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Make It Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Make It Out was released on April 26, 2024 by FlyShitOnly as a part of the album Youngest In Charge
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Release DateApril 26, 2024
LabelFlyShitOnly
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyree Richardson
Tyree Richardson
Songwriter

Lyrics

If you sitting right here in this room I love you
Yall **** my support system
I love y'all forever
It's a lot of fake friends in this shit
**** switch
You going see who with you in the end
Swear to God that aint your friend
You better watch that ****
Better watch out
**** aint wanna see me make it out
Youngin play that corner, sit on the block and we going wait it out
20 pounds coming in, I swear to God we aint going weigh it out
We upping the score, take one of mine and we going spray it out
Get off your ass, it ain't no laying out
Ma said bring that shit back to my house swear you staying out
When you move round gotta know your whereabouts
**** make a whole plan to get with you and lay it out
**** switch up when you down, When you up, try come around
Uhhh. Stay where you at, no you can't come around
Stay where you at, no you can't come around
Too many sticks, got more than 100 rounds
That **** play then we a gun him down
She want me fuck but give the run around
Aint got time for them games so I can't come around
Remember my weed wasn't the best but I got thunder now
Sell out every time that it touch, you wanna lock in now
Business ain't genuine, no you cannot lock in now
Uhh, I swear you cannot lock in now
If that **** play he getting boxed in now
Got 100 in this Drac and I'll knock him down
Got 100 in the safe I won't deposit none
Too much food been on the plate, you say you starving huh
Ass and titties in my face but I won't bother nothin'
Young **** running straight to the bag, yeah I'm the smarter one
You can't tell a **** shit, we made it out the slums
Remember we was broke as shit and we was sharing clothes
You can't tell a **** shit cause we aint sharing love
Now we really having that shit, dripping out Louis Vuitton
You wasn't down in jam, you want me put you on
**** really see me out now, want me put em on
**** see me out now, want me put em on
Got a whole family Ima feed them
Uh, Thats really all I need
Got a son and my bitch just to please
Ima give them what they need
UHHHHHH, Uh
Ima give them what they need
Got my son just to feed
Ima give them what they need
Give it all to em, Give it all to em
**** aint wanna see me make it out
Youngin play that corner, sit on the block and we going wait it out
20 pounds coming in, I swear to God we aint going weigh it out
We upping the score, take one of mine and we going spray it out
Get off your ass, it ain't no laying out
Ma said bring that shit back to my house swear you staying out
When you move 'round gotta know your whereabouts
**** make a whole plan to get with you and lay it out
**** switch up when you down, When you up, try come around
Uhhh. Stay where you at, no you can't come around
Stay where you at, no you can't come around
Too many sticks, got more than 100 rounds
Written by: Tyree Richardson
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