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Make Cents
Hip-Hop/Rap
Make Cents was released on May 11, 2026 by SBE as a part of the album Make Cents - Single
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Release DateMay 11, 2026
LabelSBE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
McCoy
McCoy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Petruccio
Josh Petruccio
Songwriter
Derek Nalette
Derek Nalette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Petruccio
Josh Petruccio
Producer

Lyrics

I said that I would do it and nobody else believed it
Now I'm at the top while the others are beneath it
Runnin' with the heat, bet I'm bringin' the degrees in
I didn't change my flow, just the way that y'all perceive it
I've been in my own mind, I've been on my own grind
Workin' independently, don't need a fuckin' cosign
I buy my own beats, write my own raps
Do my own thing, but at least I own that
Everybody lying in the game, I don't get it
I need to build a buzz in the city that I'm reppin
I'm a veteran in the makin', but nobody wanna face it
They just hatin' on the kid, discrimination at its finest
I've been tryna make it, but nobody wanna face it
I'm just waitin' for the day that all the fakin' gettin silence
No one wanna say shit, everybody fake shit
How you gonna hate when I'm played in your playlist
That don't make sense, but it never made sense
You don't make cash, so you only make cents
Spendin' what you makin', you don't got the finance
But to stay awake, you taking Adderall and Vyvanse
That don't make sense, but it never made sense
You don't make cash, so you only make cents
Spendin' what you makin', you don't got the finance
But to stay awake, yo
Said that you about it, man, I don't really get it
All that Lean and Xan talk shit is pathetic
Talk about your goals, what you doing with your life
Is your fam good? I mean your morals isn't right
So I question, like, everything you mention
Cold in the room, but I still feel the tension
Best in my section, next for selection
Wait until I got a multi-million dollar pension
Then it's on but I gotta get it back in
Gun tucked, but you wouldn't know I'm packin
Feet in the ground, cause I gotta keep my traction
Tried to kill a young kid just for his passion
I'm a white boy, grew up with some rich kids
Didn't fit in, so I sat with the misfits
I was gifted, feel I'm afflicted
Tried to get a buzz, fucked around and got addicted
Fell in love with the process
And the cash comin' soon, I can tell from my progress
I got options, but they wasn't on my terms
So I gotta put the nail in the coffin
Now I'm gettin' off it, but I think I'm next though
Sauce drippin on me young boy with the pesto
All your shit is old, I just keep it fresh though
When the beat drops, got the juice like Esco
That don't make sense, but it never made sense
You don't make cash, so you only make cents
Spendin' what you makin', you don't got the finance
But to stay awake, you taking Adderall and Vyvanse
That don't make sense, but it never made sense
You don't make cash, so you only make cents
Spendin' what you makin', you don't got the finance
But to stay awake, yo
Yeah, I'm spendin' what I made, got a bundle in the safe
Bout to start another song, it's like a hundred in a day
I can never finish anything I think of it's insane
Cause I started this at twenty, now I'm twenty fuckin' eight
This a level of aggression that I never thought I'd take
Got a black and white lifestyle, everything is gray
Had to cut this from the album that I thought that I would make
Had to give it up and give it all away, damn
Written by: Derek Nalette, Josh Petruccio
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