Make it out

Been in the hood with some bitches that prolly ain't making it out

The old me would cry, I would just lie sit my ass on the couch

Remember my bestie, she really left me was down in the south

Now I'm getting older, heart been colder tired of doubt

Love going out and making shit happen it get me aroused

Swear by my coupe love how that thing always get me around

Drip on my body, they vision look foggy

Might need a brush for my pockets they knotty

Shit on this beat thought it was a potty

Bitch go and jump if you feeling froggy

You should be happy I'm humble, not cocky