Listen to Make Me (From the Netflix Series "Rhythm + Flow") by Jay Taj

Make Me (From the Netflix Series "Rhythm + Flow")

Jay Taj

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Jay Taj - Believe Me ‐ Rhythm + Flow Season 2 Semi Final Performance

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jay Taj

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gerard Pereda Tajalle Jr

Gerard Pereda Tajalle Jr

Composer

Samuel Gloade

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

30 Roc

Producer

Kevin Mueller

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

One day soon, I'mma cross that line

I've been taking my time

I got patience, but I've been waiting

Feels like my whole life

To meet my maker, meet my flaws

See my daddy, see my dawgs

Tell my mama we gon' be alright

I've been spending my life tryna to keep my heart

Tryna keep my time, I'm failing

Tell me, what's the use?

Make me, break me, what can I do?

When the blood on my hands don't wash away

Money I make don't take away

All of the pain, all of the shame

All of the dreams that faded away

Maybe I want too much, maybe I thought too much

Maybe I fought too much, maybe it's simple

Maybe I'm done, maybe we're done

Take off the mask and throw me out

Pull in the reins and roll me out

Give me my chains and send me out

Open your heart and hear me out

Open your heart and hear me out

Open your heart and hear me out

Open your heart and hear me out

Jay Taj, I think you're good

Woo-hoo!

But I don't know if you're great

But I don't know if you're great

I've been working out

You've been talking 'bout shit that you don't even know

(But really you could) take a picture

The perfection won't be in reflection when you lookin' back

(So maybe you could) call me that, but never call me that late

I'mma give it, give it, give it, go, let go

Would you mind if I take my time to get the frame right?

I'm working all night for the light when I (take that)

Take back what I made back (damn)

I don't wanna be the needle in a haystack (no)

I don't wanna be the one that'll run

To the meal in an '01 done with a tape deck (no)

Could you picture me or picture that?

Through a Nikon or Kodak Black? (Click-click)

Let me wind it back (Click-click)

Let me run that back

Y'all really call this a competition, huh?

You motherfuckers ain't make me

Y'all really call this a competition, huh?

Hooter flowin' over Crenshaw (Crenshaw)

I be with the realest, homie, I be with them big dawgs

Barkin' up a tree that you ain't tryna see, the top's not alone

That's just something that I'm tryna be

I still got a backseat full of track meets (whoa)

If I blurt it, hope you heard it, I'd prefer that you don't ask me

Waited too long for that "pat me on the back" shit

Back when I was pulling shit together, you looked past it

Never been the type to beg for a retweet (no)

Beg for a handout (no), beg for a cheat sheet (no)

Hopped on the show and got exactly what I needed

I had a little moment, but every moment is fleeting

And look, it's kinda funny how it get that way

Get to yapping on the gram in a bitch-ass way

All that sub-tweetin', talkin' all that bitch-ass game

They look in VIP and see his bitch with bitch-ass Jay (ha ha)

Penthouse like a compound, uh (Spring Street)

It's crazy how they come around now, uh (they need me)

We up, but we downtown, uh (Spring Street)

Don't come around if you don't wow

Look at Westside Jerry goin' boo-yow

Hoppin' out the Forum All Samoans in a luau

We old-school like the Monte Carlo with the two-door type of shit

That's chess, not checkers, thought you knew tho

Bitch, I had it crackin' back when I had the braids, I never played

(But I balled) but I'm Anthony Dav, I never swayed (swayed it out)

Oh yeah, I'm Anthony Graves, I'm say hey (hey)

It's like I'm Willi-am Mays, I swear to God

That I can't remember where the fuck I started at

My homies love me, they won't tell me where your body at (no)

Where I'm from, that's every night on the almanac

Where them outsiders getting popped for their wallet at

Where the hooter floatin' over Bristol (Bristol)

Look, I'm with the realest, homie, I'm with them big dawgs

Barkin' up a tree that you ain't tryna see, the top's not alone

That's just something that I'm tryna be

I still got it

Written by: Gerard Pereda Tajalle Jr, Jay Taj, Samuel Gloade

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