Gotta Make It

Gotta make it Ya Pull up pull up Ya Pull up pull up pull up Ya gotta Gotta put It work damn gotta make it That mean in my life I ain't gotta work You can say I'm half way cause I'm faking Living like I know where I gotta go I got an idea how things gonna be Going broke, spent two hundred on a fucking beat Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings I'm so tired I'm just getting tired It was patience time now it's mortal fire I don't pull out the nine Shit I ain't a liar I pull out the fourth line to bring new thing yea You can say I'm the new king Trappers be like Houston Shit we got a problem with the wood man Holla, drink, sip one of that Bourbon beam Cup of Hennessy Wanna shut my mind, your strong tequila please Gotta put it work damn gotta make it That mean in my life I ain't gotta work You can say I'm half way cause I'm faking Living like I know where I gotta go I got an idea how things gonna be Goin broke, spent two hundred on a fuckin beat Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings I just got some smokey rings Had a dream I was wearing thousand dollar Jeans, jinn Now I got my own and they're ok But you ain't shit if you ain't wearing dope shit I was told hide your money right inside the pillow Slanged for a couple years never bought a kilo Hardly made a loot but was feelin a hero Taught my ass how to deal when it's time to get em Now I'm working and I'm trapping hard Reverse counting 'til the day I become a star Reverse counting checkin on my master card Feel like I'm running out all my life bar And I say Gotta put it work Damn gotta make it That mean in my life I ain't gotta work You can say I'm half way cause I'm fakin Living like I know where I gotta Yaya Gotta put it work damn gotta make it That mean in my life I ain't gotta work You can say I'm halfway 'cause I'm faking Living like I know where I gotta go I got an idea how things gonna be Goin broke, spent two hunnid on a fuckin beat Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings Smokey rings And it's all a dream Ye yee got em, got em, gotta make it Gotta make it I gotta make it I gotta make it Ye