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Make It Out

 

Make It Out

(Album: True Story II - 2019)


Yeah
Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
I was stuck up in that system, make it out
Stuck up in these streets, yeah, I can't take it out
That's two things that I can't, yeah

Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Stuck in the system, I'm feeling like I can't make it out
My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can't take it out
Money and family, that's two things that I can't play about
And we ain't shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down
And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn't playing 'round
And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain't make a sound
They tryna lock my niggas up, I'm tryna break 'em out

I'm tired of losing all my niggas to the chain gang
Your nigga get smoked, my nigga go to jail, that ain't the same pain
One of mine could get touched, then we tryna slide the same day
If I ever leave my heat, I'm going back like Dwyane Wade
I told her I might eat her pussy 'cause she lightskinned
That ho left me with a woody like Buzz Lightyear
I see money in my future, I'm a psychic
I'ma whack your hands, dawg, like I'm Mike Vick
Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us
Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust
Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up
Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts
Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us
Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust
Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up
Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts, yeah, yeah

Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Stuck in the system, I'm feeling like I can't make it out
My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can't take it out
Money and family, that's two things that I can't play about
And we ain't shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down
And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn't playing 'round
And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain't make a sound
They tryna lock my niggas up, I'm tryna break 'em out

12 tryna frame me, build a case, and make up a story
'Cause they know Young be out here riding 'round with them 40s
They know a felon with a pistol, prison mandatory
But I ain't worried, got a lawyer, dropped a bag on Nory
And niggas say they want features but these rappers boring
They try to let me listen to it, I just catch me snoring
I drop a tape, now your boy finally out here touring
But I was just on an opp block and I was scoring
Funny how life can change on you real quick
Fake niggas act like killers, they ain't kill shit
And I ain't got my passport, but on some real shit
Ever since my niggas died, I swear I took that guilt trip
Now a young nigga grinding 'til I'm balling
Fake bitches act like they be falling
Niggas who I didn't fuck with started calling
Nah, I ain't Nipsey, but a nigga going all in

Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Stuck in the system, I'm feeling like I can't make it out
My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can't take it out
Money and family, that's two things that I can't play about
And we ain't shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down
And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn't playing 'round
And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain't make a sound
They tryna lock my niggas up, I'm tryna break 'em out

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