Through The Night

(Jbuc) OBN, da-da-da-da Da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Oh-ooh, oh In that southside, young niggas creepin', leave your shit on the cement Came up, they can't believe it, niggas can't even see me Half of these niggas greedy, make 'em watch me in 3D Burglar bars, stayed by my teedie, soulja'd up, I'm undefeated Solo, I ride low all late through the night And to keep it real, my head fucked up still, so just don't call my phone It's up, it's stuck and I don't plan to make it right The only option is to purge on all the ones who just won't leave me 'lone My father died and ever since I ain't been right The last ride up in that south, I bust a right Next thin' you know, my nigga gone If shit had went the way I pictured, it'd be nice They fucked around and gave my homeboy life Oh, no, no, no, no, no Broken I am traumatized, I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up) 'Tized, I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up) Broken I am traumatized, I'm fucked up 'Tized, I'm fucked up Chosen I stay on my grind and I'm goin' up I shine, bitch, I'm showin' up I'm chosen I stay on my grind, bitch, I'm goin' up I shine, bitch, I'm showin' up In that southside, young niggas creepin' (niggas creepin') Leave your shit on the cement (on the cement) Came up, they can't believe it (can't believe me) Niggas can't even see me (can't even see me) Half of these niggas greedy (niggas greedy) Make 'em watch me in 3D (watch me in 3D) Burglar bars, stayed by my teedie (by my teedie) Soulja'd up, I'm undefeated (undefeated) Solo, I ride low all late through the night (all late through the night) And to keep it real, my head fucked up still So just don't call my phone (don't call my phone) It's up, it's stuck and I don't plan to make it right The only option is to purge on all the ones who just won't leave me 'lone Broken I am traumatized, I'm fucked up 'Tized, I'm fucked up Broken I am traumatized, I'm fucked up 'Tized, I'm fucked up Chosen I stay on my grind and I'm goin' up I shine, bitch, I'm showin' up I'm chosen I stay on my grind, bitch, I'm goin' up I shine, bitch, I'm showin' up Solo, I ride low all late through the night And to keep it real, my head fucked up still, so just don't call my phone It's up, it's stuck and I don't plan to make it right The only option is to purge on all the ones who just won't leave me 'lone My father died and ever since I ain't been right The last ride up in that south, I bust a right Next thing you know, my nigga gone If shit had went the way I pictured, it'd be nice They fucked around and gave my homeboy life Oh, no, no, no, no, no