Rittz - Going Through Hell lyrics

Driving Cadillacs through the ATL
Trying to make it to Heaven
So I'm going through Hell
Nobody knows my pain so my cup is full
I'm trying to make it to Heaven
So I'm going through Hell

Fucked up as a kid, never finished school
Dad was never home, Mom was miserable
They just got divorced, all I got's my boys
All of us on drugs, burning packs of ports
Life done ran it's course
Years went flying by
Homie's back in jail, I am not surprised
They gave him a second chance
Caught his final strike
He probably gon' die inside
They just gave him life
When life's unstable I, try to pray but my
Prayers ain't gettin' heard
At night I keep begging to God
To show me a way my boss
Just fired me from my job
Afraid I'll lose my ride
My payments are way behind
I'm back to selling pills
Scared of going to jail
Fighting with my girl, things are looking bad
I'm thinking she's fucking her ex and
I just whooped his ass
My knuckles are bleeding all over
The dash in my Cadillac


Hoping the weed gives me relief
Try to envision the future but
How can I possibly succeed
My dreams are bleak, I need to go to church
Hate when people preach
Faithfully believe in Jesus
Recently The Devil won't leave me be
My lady just told me she
Pregnant and begging that
We can keep The baby that she conceived
I wouldn't consider it
Told her we got to get rid of it
Why are you tripping and acting like
You don't remember what we agreed
Was thinking about myself
Selfish and overwhelmed
I just paid to kill my unborn child
The guilt was setting in, I felt like filth
There's people picketing outside
This building saying I'm going to Hell
But I was just a child, cloudy memory
Some mistakes you make in life
Are meant to be but shit will come to pass
Sippin' bumping Kast
Reminiscing 'bout the past in my Cadillac