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Yung Mal

Made It Out

 

Made It Out

(album: Iceberg Sosa - 2020)


Aye Sosa man this beat crazy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Holdup Imma go a whole 'nother way on this
Come on

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can't believe we made it out
Momma calling everyday to say she proud
Thinking 'bout [?] I miss my dog
Some fuck niggas spin it and hit my dog
Say that young nigga lit when you speaking on Mal
I done been through it all, still standing tall
Took so many loses, I know everything come with a cost
So many nights I pray we ball
So many nights I stood in the hall
Knew one day we was gon' be straight
We made it out and it's safe to say
All my cars got paper plates
Gotta go hard can't take no break

Uh, uh, they know I made the way
Most of the love be fake
Better be saving your cake
When you go broke they go the other way
Gotta stay with that Glock you could go down today
I never went out like a hoe, no way
Asking about me, my name hold weight
They eat up my drip like it came on a plate
Got a big ole house and it came with a lake
Got a guard at the gate
Keep going hard it's not up for debate
I gotta thumb through that cake
Make sure it's straight, hold up, wait
Count this shit up, it's all there ok
Fire this shit up when we hit the E-way
We smoke zaza

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can't believe we made it out
Momma calling everyday to say she proud
Thinking 'bout [?] I miss my dog
Some fuck niggas spin it and hit my dog
Say that young nigga lit when you speaking on Mal
I done been through it all, still standing tall
Took so many loses, I know everything come with a cost
So many nights I pray we ball
So many nights I stood in the hall
Knew one day we was gon' be straight
We made it out and it's safe to say
All my cars got paper plates
Gotta go hard can't take no break

Uh, uh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

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