Make It
Yeah ya know who it is
This is for everyone that used to bully me
I'm Back
You know the name
Yeah I'm a make it
I took the shots like I'm a take it
Yeah
I get money man but that don't even matter
I dip on a fool and make a rapper madder
I wasn't popping the rapper in the mouth
I was trying to like this girl but she wouldn't come inside my house
You know me as a rapper but you don't know the real me
Focusing on my school work while trying to beat my O.C.D
I may not have the styles that consider people hood
However I got the heart that consider I am good
Got the heart of a writer and I like poetry
And don't think for one second that I won't scratch out a G
Don't think for one second that I'm not safe inside my mind
My heart what keep me going staying on my grind
So I'm wrapped in these fools
Wrapped in these jewels
Ya say these what?
I say I'm nuts
And I'm flipping the after burners and I got myself two butts
I'm back with a twenty
They trying to sell me out for pennies
I ask you for some Henny
They walling out in denim jeans
Looking at my girl trying to cop her for some ice creams
I just wanna motivate
Excuse me if I'm late
I had allot of issues
Allot of tissues on my plate
People hated my lyrics because I had a little studder
Now I'm getting all the woman
Not getting sparks like Bubba
Rolling like the thunder
Your girl was going under
And she had a girl I guess she called me Donald Glover
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
And if that woman thick
Then I should of just tipped her
I spit flames and bring pockets full of change
Help people that are in need and my style won't rearrange
I stay sick with that stick up sicker flow
All them hate-errs get mad when they figure out they aint as fly as the crow me
I'm putting them hate-errs on the bottom of the shelf
Like pastries
They better keep there cake to them self
Because I'm balling with the heat
Got the skills to bake um
Smile while I pass and I make my paperrrrr
This is for everyone that used to bully me
I'm Back
You know the name
Yeah I'm a make it
I took the shots like I'm a take it
Yeah
I get money man but that don't even matter
I dip on a fool and make a rapper madder
I wasn't popping the rapper in the mouth
I was trying to like this girl but she wouldn't come inside my house
You know me as a rapper but you don't know the real me
Focusing on my school work while trying to beat my O.C.D
I may not have the styles that consider people hood
However I got the heart that consider I am good
Got the heart of a writer and I like poetry
And don't think for one second that I won't scratch out a G
Don't think for one second that I'm not safe inside my mind
My heart what keep me going staying on my grind
So I'm wrapped in these fools
Wrapped in these jewels
Ya say these what?
I say I'm nuts
And I'm flipping the after burners and I got myself two butts
I'm back with a twenty
They trying to sell me out for pennies
I ask you for some Henny
They walling out in denim jeans
Looking at my girl trying to cop her for some ice creams
I just wanna motivate
Excuse me if I'm late
I had allot of issues
Allot of tissues on my plate
People hated my lyrics because I had a little studder
Now I'm getting all the woman
Not getting sparks like Bubba
Rolling like the thunder
Your girl was going under
And she had a girl I guess she called me Donald Glover
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
Moe got the loud pack
I got the Liquor
And if that woman thick
Then I should of just tipped her
I spit flames and bring pockets full of change
Help people that are in need and my style won't rearrange
I stay sick with that stick up sicker flow
All them hate-errs get mad when they figure out they aint as fly as the crow me
I'm putting them hate-errs on the bottom of the shelf
Like pastries
They better keep there cake to them self
Because I'm balling with the heat
Got the skills to bake um
Smile while I pass and I make my paperrrrr
Credits
Writer(s): Nate Jeezy
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