Make It Out Lyrics

Look, bags under my eyes but still I came out on top

I just seen twelve, three times I ain't closing down shop

Upgrade all of my pistols, all my glocks, come with a mop

And my plug ain't have the work I want, so I'm holding out

My mama taught me better, can't give a bitch

The benefit of the doubt

Thought they love me and my city why them boys ain't shout me out

Cause these niggas shot out

They probably want my spot, cause my thigh pads steady bulging out

My dawg want the wells and the Chevy's

Bring them he gon' smack them now

Lotto take the bags, you know I'm running ground and pound

Baby I'm one on one, can't a nigga imitate my sound

I said I'm one on one, cant a nigga imitate my sound

Showed her my account status, now her panties is on the ground

I was lax time to turn up on this beat

Shed blood, sweat and tears, why these niggas ain't believe in me

Trying to get rich like Roddy until then you know that I'm gon' feed the streets

Never change on my dawgs, I got love in the street

But ain't no love in this street

I know a clean m and a dirty one ain't the same

So I'm trying to see that in the industry

No I'm not a racist, but I done cut back on that Hennessy

Tequila for me

Brick fair up and down

They was 32 now them hoes like 19 apiece

Them boys falling off, damn, that's more jugs for me

You would think I'm going vegan, all these carrots and trees

Watch me carry the city, whatever you with, I'm with it

I was down on my last perky, so you know we split it

Name these bitches in the city

You a liar if you say that we ain't hit it

I'm a young paid nigga watch me pay the way

I've been working like a slave nigga grinding every day

I'm the truth, that's some shit that they can't face

They know I'm having flavors, baby, tell me what's your taste

She a butter head, everything look good, but her face

I should kill her, but my standards say I can't

They gon' smell me before they see me, cause I came in with that dank

I ain't no rapper, I'm an artist, these be pictures that I paint

A my youngin really a soldier

Put some cheese on your head, watch him crank

And my diamonds really water like they came up out the faucet

Stupid nigga, that's a sink

Every time they see me out lotto fresh up out the bank

If I hit that pussy once, baby, I swear I won't refrain

I'm like one in a million, yeah, I bet she say my name

Ask glizz what's my hardest songs he like everything

This that struggle, this that hustle

Nigga, that's that motherfuckin' pain

It's that make it through the rain

I'ma change my family before I do anything

Come on, nigga

Real shit

Come on