Make It Out

Yo, look Sat in the station, no conversation with broski I just said it was me H-How the fuck could I live with myself If my boy was in jail, but he could've been free? You ain't loyal, G, just post all these quotes 'bout loyalty Sat there with your gang not half of the man That I am and that's all on G Like girl say, "French, you're mean," then back their bumpa to the gasoline Bro got packs of the loudest weed I guess we smoke up 'til the packs unseen Get no sleep, but I'm chasing dreams Just thinking, "Lord, can you save my team?" Money like Diego they tell me fuego hasta luego then leave Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie And my brothers are gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me she loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie And my brothers are gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me she loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out French on the beat, shit's real on the tune Back the cup, then straight to the moon G I get kicked out when I step with the goons Back it up, don't chat for the news But I swear shit's changed when I'm out with the views Bare fake love when I step in the room Know my ones, yeah, I know who's who to the death with my boys And they got me too If I wave my hand like a wand That's alakazam, that's an opp boy down Word to Slimz and I feel that, bro Know that I'm there when they come back 'round Flashbacks got me turning around But you can't tell me shit when ya serving the brown I make a milli' with a stack high ceilie And I laugh like Philly when I'm back on the ground Touche un de mes frères, je te mets l'engin sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47, envoi des balles comme une lettre Hé, ma belle ne t'inquiète pas, j'suis dans la street, c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et cette belle mélodie And my brothers gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me she loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out