How'd I Make It

Pure codeine in a double cup

My whole team really love it up

Stackin' all these racks, money double up

Trash bag full of gas, got it out the mud

Pure codeine, mix us some cherry

Come and talk to me, take a seat on the chair

Big difference is they can't even compare

I'm the man of my town, I should run for the mayor

Ay, ay, two foreign vibes tryna fuck on me inside the studio

Ay, ain't no time, I'm on two flights, I'm flyin' cross the globe

I'd be lyin' if I say you ain't cross my mind before

Blame it on the Xanax for them times that I forgot I was broke

Ay, ay, ay, I stood on the block with a Glock

With the muthafuckin' savage

I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap

I ain't have shit

You can see 'em from far, you can ask all the opp 'bout a bad bitch

I might pull a drop top double lot

Ghost, with a bad bitch?

I came in the game with the gang on my shoulders

How the fuck I make it this far?

Wanna post on the block that I claim

Where the soldier **** gotta go and kill an opp

I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit

Kept coolin' on ours

Trash bags, icky-vicky the odor

I'm smokin' Vuscatti that came out the jar

Your lame man tried to cross me

Caught him red-handed in the cookie jar

I took a loss of the loss, I guess that what made me a boss

I told Lil' Timmy, make them **** pay 'em

Or they can't even hustle on his block

Joint livin' with a heart like a villain

Drug dealin', tryna avoid the box

I kept it real with them ****

I stood in the field with them ****, they changed on me

Collect call that what evicted the muhfuckin' hitta

The victim won't sing on me

If you gon' get me bust, I'm gon' bang on you

Fuck a bitch, got no trust, fuck my main homie

Off the hip, got a Glock with your name on it

On the street, let off shots, leave a stain on it

Get my youngin' to water you off of the molly

Leave some blood on they cement like paint on me

Bitches came in the 'Rari with Foolie and Mari

You know that I rock with the aim on it

**** walk in the party while geeked up off molly

If that lil' **** play, he get stanked on

My lil' dawg in the system for robbin' these ****

The word on the street, he got change on it

That's a no no, I'm not savin' no thot

Tony Romo, seventeen in this Glock

Took a foreign stolo like it came off the lot

Drop a three and a two, make it jump in the pot

Double back with the soda, the yoda gone lock

When I come out the kitchen, gon' make it rerock

They need to clean in the aisle I left

Need a **** to walk behind me with a mop

Tell 'em what you said

Is it my necklace or my heart, what's feelin' colder?

I tried to tell her, "Here it comes," she ate our load up

Too many people don't make it where I growed up

Came in the game, I had my world on my shoulders

Ay, ay, two foreign vibes tryna fuck on me inside the studio

Ay, ain't no time, I'm on two flights, I'm flyin' cross the globe

I'd be lyin' if I say you ain't cross my mind before

Blame it on the Xanax for them times that I forgot I was broke

Ay, ay, ay, I stood on the block with a Glock

Like a muthafuckin' savage

I served all these rocks just to stack up the guap

I ain't have shit

You can see 'em from far, you can ask all the opp 'bout a bad bitch

I might pull a drop top double lot

Ghost, with a bad bitch?