Make It

Gotta go hard servin hard on the boulevard
Something like a ghetto star
Monkey on my back telling me to get these stacks
My kids gotta eat shit aint sweet
A house for my fam a benz and a stick
Coming equipped shit is ugly keep pushing brush it off like
Its nothing from the east side
We're niggaz seeking homicide
Bitch I want them ms bitch I wanna win
Fuk that beefing shit on that young rich
Nigga shit neva switch
My palm itch so money coming bitch
My cuzzin said aint no turning around u
Gotta put it down hold it down
Authentic like a throwback just know that
All about the fam gotta stack them bands
Got no time for friends why should I pretend
Why should I pretend
Lake worth nigga tell the end
Fake it tell they make it I'ma keep it
G for the world to see
Bleed the streets like the older gs got shooters like cp3
All I smoke is 93 would u kill for me would u ride for me
Would u ride for me
Baser want his money back dope sold money
Fold thats how the game goes already out my
Mind I dont need to pop pills youngin brain storming
So im up to something shawty think im fronting
Hit her from the back touch her stomach she
Said stop it zoe u stay packing gotta make it
Happen or im dome cracking aint no acting
Playboi the real mccoy florida boy
South side kidd all about them chips gonna
Be a long ride keep a steady grip
Saucing so much I drip every where I go
I gotta blow pour a four in a haitian
Soda I gotta make da quota
It aint over introduce to the story of my life its
Like rollling dice All about the
Fam gotta stack the bands
Got no time for friends why should I
Pretend why should I pretend lake worth nigga tell the end
Fake it tell they make it I'ma keep it
G for the world see
Bleed the streets like the older
Got got shooters like cp3
All I smoke is 93 would u kill for me would
U ride for me would u ride for me



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Writer(s): Lee U
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