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Make it out
Hip-Hop/Rap
Make it out wurde am 22. Januar 2023 von 4606243 Records DK als Teil des Albums Make it out - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum22. Januar 2023
Label4606243 Records DK
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Henry Glaze
William Henry Glaze
Songwriter

Songtexte

Wanna get my momma out this predicament
Cause I know she sick of it
As a kid was always fuckin up
And getting into shit
Always been a wildchild
I hung with the menaces
We was serving green
Ian talking bout no tennis shit
But it's fucc 12 free the gang
Bitch they innocent
Trapping or we Robbin
Everyday it was a different risk
50 round on my him
The drum my favorite instrument
My shooter do no dribbling
We walk up and we finish him
It's over
I was train to be a soldier
Tryna ease my fucking mind
So I'm smoking on some doja
I'm just tryna get some bread
Cause I know I'm getting older
I just wanna be remembered
Even when my life is over
Tryna get it out the mud
So why the steady stoppin me
I'm not roddy rich
So why u bitches steady boxin me
Ion got no hoes Cause my bitch gone end up blockin me
But I'm a shootin star
you can watch me like astrology
Tryna get it out the mud
So why the steady stoppin me
I'm not roddy rich
So why u bitches steady boxin me
Ion got no hoes Cause my bitch gone end up blockin me
But I'm a shootin star
you can watch me like astrology
Think before your action that bitch karma is unstoppable
The devil always workin I know shit get diabolical
This hustle shit in my blood like it's biological
Can't argue wit you broke bitches
Cause you don't think logical
I'ma make it out cause ik that I'm phenomenal
Took a lot to get me here this shit almost impossible
Went through many trials overcame so many obstacles
Eat or you gone starve so it really wasn't Optional
Always thanking god but big shoutout to my momma to
Drug dealers robbers yeah that's who we give our honor to
Me and quez in the back tryna see who I can shoot
I hopped of that porch ain't really shit my pops could do
East side baby daily if yuan gang then I can rock wit you
Diss one of my brudda sun I advise you not to do
Shit be fun and game till them bullets rain on top of you
If I call up Tay yeah he bringin all them choppas through
Written by: William Henry Glaze
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