Make It Right
Sit back and listen, my name is written
Cause I'm going in rippin'
You fuckers trippin', sippin' playing with her kitten, tryna get in
Py drippin', 6 rings, Scottie Pippen and it's oh (Oh,oh)
Little known fact, you talk about nothing that shit is so wack
Get some material, stop all that rap
You makin' no sense when you mumble in fact
Get a note pad, jot down some sh*t that will make some more sense
I'm tired of hearing bout money and cars Fuckin' wit brauds
Man you ain't shit when you hoppin the fence and it's oh (Oh,oh)
Still no material I am the proof, I am superior
I am the truth, you are so furious
You is a bitch
No I ain't hearing you, no
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
Heaven or hell is there even a place
Your mind is a way to go open the gate
I'm givin' my time, so why should I wait
Perfect every rhyme, this is my escape
If you fuckin' with me than I promise to stay, but I can't fuck with you if you talking all day
Yeah that's how it's gon' be so you better go pray
How it's gon' be better go pray
Workin' on me but you people can't see that I'm speaking my heart and I'm tryna lead myself to victory
(Yeah) I feast and I feed, (Yeah) bleed do you bleed, (Yeah) feelin' so free
But that still ain't enough so the truth is unheard
I don't know man what it worse?
The fact y'all need a crash course
The fact y'all can't write a verse
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
Shit is ridiculous
A lot of these rappers are looking conspicuous
Don't trust the game and I won't let it get to us
Fuck all the fame just go cut me some dividends
I want the source, And don't want the middle man
Don't come at me on internet
In public go act like your innocent
All that internet thuggin irrelevant
I get her wet, like I shift the elements
I don't forget, Like I am an elephant
I must admit, The pressure is evident
I need to settle this, I need the medicine
Fuck all your sentiments, I don't want settlements
I want the game in my hand like a peppermint
I am the subject and I am the predicate
I am the upper and I am the sedative, yeah, yeah
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
(Aye cue we killed that, what's next?)
Cause I'm going in rippin'
You fuckers trippin', sippin' playing with her kitten, tryna get in
Py drippin', 6 rings, Scottie Pippen and it's oh (Oh,oh)
Little known fact, you talk about nothing that shit is so wack
Get some material, stop all that rap
You makin' no sense when you mumble in fact
Get a note pad, jot down some sh*t that will make some more sense
I'm tired of hearing bout money and cars Fuckin' wit brauds
Man you ain't shit when you hoppin the fence and it's oh (Oh,oh)
Still no material I am the proof, I am superior
I am the truth, you are so furious
You is a bitch
No I ain't hearing you, no
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
Heaven or hell is there even a place
Your mind is a way to go open the gate
I'm givin' my time, so why should I wait
Perfect every rhyme, this is my escape
If you fuckin' with me than I promise to stay, but I can't fuck with you if you talking all day
Yeah that's how it's gon' be so you better go pray
How it's gon' be better go pray
Workin' on me but you people can't see that I'm speaking my heart and I'm tryna lead myself to victory
(Yeah) I feast and I feed, (Yeah) bleed do you bleed, (Yeah) feelin' so free
But that still ain't enough so the truth is unheard
I don't know man what it worse?
The fact y'all need a crash course
The fact y'all can't write a verse
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
Shit is ridiculous
A lot of these rappers are looking conspicuous
Don't trust the game and I won't let it get to us
Fuck all the fame just go cut me some dividends
I want the source, And don't want the middle man
Don't come at me on internet
In public go act like your innocent
All that internet thuggin irrelevant
I get her wet, like I shift the elements
I don't forget, Like I am an elephant
I must admit, The pressure is evident
I need to settle this, I need the medicine
Fuck all your sentiments, I don't want settlements
I want the game in my hand like a peppermint
I am the subject and I am the predicate
I am the upper and I am the sedative, yeah, yeah
You don't understand what its like, no, yeah
Just tryna make it right, yeah
(Aye cue we killed that, what's next?)
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Writer(s): Brendon Wales
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