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Make It
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Make It został wydany 11 listopada 2025 przez VinDig jako część albumu The Wolf & The Walrus
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Data wydania11 listopada 2025
WytwórniaVinDig
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM75

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Gehrmann
Eddie Gehrmann
Composer
Danovan Hilton
Danovan Hilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Glorious
Ed Glorious
Producer

Tekst Utworu

The pain is in the passion
Ashes to ashes
Ring around my ring finger flickerin an flashin
Nights I barely made it surrendered to the madness
Hope my best days ain’t past tense
Post traumatic stress made me bad friends
Hopin that some pieces of me changed since back then - baggin up - flipped it upfront
 off the back end-
I’m up a couple fronts - I ain’t slept a couple months - I been on the road couple hunnit miles of it - movin by the pile but the pile still pilin - pinky ring blingin off the hotline dialed in- they still dialin dawg they still dialin if i don’t answer the first ring they start whylin - the ways of the world theres the tired and the tyrants - - haves and the has beens the haves an the had that - made it through the mazes - maybe we just lab rats - dyin over somethin you know God prolly laugh at- stick to the bullet points - hollow tip- brass tacks - ridin with that thang on me think I’m Mad Max - hard to get some good sleep - harder to get past that- sleepin on my stash box - young with a bad back- strap in my hand got a bag in my backpack - bout to spend my last and I gotta get it right back
Livin sack to sack made me question what’s the right path
Did it back to back like Terrell Davis
Hefty bag wrapped around the Mac catch the shell cases
Seen the hunger turn young angels into Hellraises -
Served my first points off the scale shavings - had it on hand I ain’t never did no bail raisin -
Momma said we heaven sent we hell chasin
Weighing up grams till the scale breakin - strap loaded arm-reach case a niggga try break in -
We was broke and losin faith
We was hopeless growin hatred
Way too many nigggas on the way home never made it -
You ain’t spent a whole day combin obituary statements - nigggas shootin in the dark - only way we knew we made it-
nigggas shootin at the park - and we playin a hour later - we was kids- teenagers - raised by nigggas broken by Reaganomics- or rockin pagers - raised by mommas that was forced to sergeants - saw us as saviors - maybe I can dunk a basketball or sumn we can make it - maybe if I face a couple hunnit blunts then I could face it -maybe -
Written by: Danovan Hilton, Eddie Gehrmann
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