Make It Out

Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down

Look this verse here is done
Tryna come up like the sun
On the way up I realize niggas wanna hold me down
Better run
Previously used to do this shit for fun
So in case you're wondering who this is nigga it's the one
Lord I'm tryna make it out
Setting fire to my doubts
Ain't complaining don't wanna pout
But it needs to be uttered loud
Every word comes out my mouth
Lets you know what what I'm about
Tryna gain up on my clout
Edmonton I'm from the south
Like a candle I'll enlighten
With every lyric that I write
All these other rappers bite
Academically they should cite
Ex shawty wanna fight
Thinking how you sleep at night
And I tell her, with a prayer and the Du wrapped tight
It's passion ain't bout the paper
Thoughts in the air like a vapour
And more than 13 reasons why I think I'm Hannah Baker
Never fake it till the day director in heaven will say cut
Used to curve me
Kyrie Irving now bitches wanna lay up

Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down

I'm on a daily grind, in this everyday struggle
My momma on my mind & for the fam I really hustle
Am waiting patiently for my time through the struggle
Every day I wake, pray to god I never fail
And even if I stumble pick my self up & prevail
Fk slanging dope I ain't tryna go to jail
Not saying am pussy, but I don't belong in cell
This world is well divided & they want us up there
The Judge don't give a fk about us 25 years
Look at how they handle out the case for Meek Millz
Cuz he Young, Black, Motivated out here making mills
Why every time the police comes around I get the chills?
They don't think about our family & the love ones that we share
Ain't enough black people in the house passing bills
My middle finger up fk the world that's how I feel
Cuz everybody two faced in this place they ain't real

Make it out
Right now

Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Really tryna make it right now
Lord, I'm really tryna make it out
Though, devil tryna bring me down

We just finessed dis, two waves we came & checked it
Gave the track the Holy Ghost, the Midas touch & blessed it
This that real real confess it
I hope y'all got the message
And we painting Motion pictures they should put this shit on Netflix
Ghetto stars, skinny niggas, heavy bars (yuh)
Tryna get our weight up yea we do it for the cause
Just because, we spit it from the heart
And if life is a movie we just really played our parts
It's just art nigguh -- YA EH?!



Credits
Writer(s): King Kontoh
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