Make Way

You wasn't born for the light hope you gotta plan b
You getting washed here I ain't talking Pantene
Pull up in a Uber we be riding on sight
You be in the E.R fighting for your life
For a price I'm a cash in on any bet, you ain't ready yet
Money bout to lose big, bankrupt, heavy debt
No friends, everything I do is personal
Round table every night like Percival
Tell em get in line soon as I begin to rhyme
Twork shit, hoody on, strapped with the bigger nine
I could sense bad vibes yeah I'm that good
I keep it blunt like gas rolled in backwoods
So gutter with the pen, seven ten split
Bowling over the competition I been sick
Get X'd out when I strike stay up in ya lane
Get it right man it's not a game

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Y'all ain't fucking with me so make way

Frostbite on the mic
So cold that I catch brain freeze when I write
Slippery slope down this road so you better think twice
Might put a body on ice, on sight
You could lay stiff, I put in work round the clock on the grave shift
Let both hands peel like the Matrix
Better hit the road early like a day trip
Wave sticks like magic I don't play tricks
You don't wanna get involved wit'
The kid get it in mate like a convict
Yeah I know about the bars and the pain
The crime and the punishment is part of the game
Make way homie stay up in your lane
Starstruck don't get caught up in fame
Dialed in I'm ready to call em out
If you ain't speaking money there's nothing to talk about, make way

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Ya'll ain't fucking with me so make way



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Writer(s): Dickson Kwayisi
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