Make It Out

I get so high but only loud is in my system
Ain't poppin no perks ain't sipping no act you niggas trippin
How can touch a bag and not become addicted?
Chase you was in the wrong but damn bruh why you kill him?
If we got into it is that what you'd have done to me?
Trust no man especially if he say he fuck wit me
Took so many losses niggas won't get no more fronts from me
I like my women soft you ain't gotta be so tough for me

It's slow for you now I ain't locked up
Quit callin sayin you knocked up - biznite I ain't the poppa na na
I was royalty when I met you
It's hard to lead properly as a king if all yo queen gon do is stress you
In this game I learned it's all about connections
Keep fuck shit off yo name cuz when you buzzing they double check it
Niggas wanna be wit the gang but they don't put in the same effort
Evaluate yo team do people respect yo reference?
I booked a trip to California ain't wanna come home
I hardly ever answer calls but always on my phone
Been cool since kids but we don't vibe no more now that we grown
Seen Geezy in my dream still can't believe that nigga gone

To cope wit my problems I keep OG in my system
Still ain't met a bitch that make me contemplate monogamy
Show no sympathy out here I gotta get it
Run off wit my money I'm gon treat you like you shot at me
I don't think this was the way my life was posed to be
Fell out wit everybody who used to be close to me
No need to apologize
Niggas only get to cross me one time



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Writer(s): Justin Hunter
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