Make It Out

You're crazy

I need to have no more

I need to have no fuck

I need to have no more

Woke gang

Aye, uh, I made a difference in my section

Kids watching me, I really hope they get the message

Prosecutor tryna give me hate for this weapon

Walking down the 7, bunch of anger and depression

Clutch it on this .45, I shittin' with the reverend

**** love to pop hot shit and then totally restin'

Love it when I see how I'm goin', they get the message

I need a side Z in these forces, we really steppin'

We pourin' out so much wine, this tris ain't really hittin'

We keep the hittin' bein' amigos just for the bitches

Hate it from a bunch of fuck **** who ain't feelin' me

Run a **** down in his arm with this .40 piece

I got his bitch, she want my bitch, I'm in a different league

I counted up, I stack it up, she can't believe the trees

I care for real **** that make it to see twenty-three

Uh, uh

I'm tryna make it out

Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now

Times I wanted to give up and just break down

Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now

Uh, I'm tryna make it out

Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now

Now I'm pourin' deuces on the plane now

Mama tellin' me to do your thang now, oh

It's the evil Robert, kill the hustle

I'm tryna sign a deal, tryna make that shit double

My birdie took one thirty-six and didn't move a muscle

I had to drop a tear for him, shit could make you humble

Like what's your reason, what's your purpose?

Said I'm grindin', I need a surface

I'm from that 37 on four, we ain't get Grammy

From the ho, **** trippin', wipe your nose, get slimy

I got my hood up on my back, they dependin' on me

But I'm above for the homies that's gone in the streets

I miss my dog, when I call, we bleedin' they feet

This Perc ain't long, what I'm takin', I need 'em all three

I'm on my way up, but I had to get my weight up

I'm sendin' prayers, to the Lord to block my haters

'Member when nobody did believe, he was super green

Now me and Chopstax, the state don't try to pull a string

I'm tryna make it out

Family tellin' me my songs ain't favorite now

Times I want to give up and just break down

Now I'm on my way, I can't just fake it now

I'm tryna make it out

Came from Boston, now done leave 'em faded now

Now I'm pourin' juices on the pain now

Mama tellin' me to do yo' thang now, oh