Make It

I told my mamma we gon' make it
I just gotta keep on working please be patient
I put my state up on the map and make a statement
I'm doing donuts in the lot, that shit was vacant
Shorty vibing at my show, she looked amazing
Curls with hazel eyes, how is she not taken
She said she love me and she wanna start relations
Yeah, it's my time
What a wonderful sensation

Shorty in the backseat throwing neck just like a tomahawk
Sliding to the bedroom, she gon' ride me like a Yamaha
Had a good ass session, called an Uber, she could barley walk
These people keep my dick up in their mouth and now their jaw gon lock

Positive vibrations, rest in peace to Bob Marley
My career is taking off, I catch that shit like Charles Barkley
I'm on my grind like Rodney Mullen, let's get gnarly
All of my niggas in the field shoot like Mbappé

I want a Cuban round my neck to watch my bitch shine
All my people need to eat, so ima let them dine
I need a loyal little shorty that could ease my mind
And we could sit under the moon and watch the stars align

I wanna make my father proud
I know he's watching over I can sense him in the clouds
Yeah, I'm tryna ball without no flagrant
And hate me if you want
That's why I'd rather stay complacent

I told my mamma we gon' make it
I just gotta keep on working please be patient
I put my state up on the map and make a statement
I'm doing donuts in the lot, that shit was vacant
Shorty vibing at my show, she looked amazing
Curls with hazel eyes, how is she not taken
She said she love me and she wanna start relations
Yeah, it's my time
What a wonderful sensation



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Omar Brand
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