I Can Make It

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Now look, look

I can make your wrongs feel right
I can make them lonely dark times feel bright (Yeah)
I can make, look, I can make your soul feel great (Okay)
I can make, look
I can make it, I can make it
I can make it, I can, well look, look
I can make your lows feel good (Yeah)
I can make a nigga with no wrongs feel hood (Uh-huh)
I can make, look, I can make this pussy feel, uh (Yeah)
I can make it, I can make it
Look, I can make it (What, what)
I can make, look

Look, I done made my struggles feel rich
I done made my homies with no money turn Mitch
I done took my hand with no cards, go fish
Poured a couple, shuffled up, then doubled up
See your hustle been all outta pocket
We been trending, no topic
A pro that's fit for anything, put that together, I prop it
I profit dealing with some kings so now they calling me prophet
Been on auto with this power, took that power and rocket
My dreams been headed out the solar system, it's goals in it
Now my crib look like jerseys, nigga, it's holes in it
We been heading down them roads with it, and so winning
Why your dreams ain't got no skulls in it? You gold-tinted
And I can see it in your spirit, see it in your spirit
Told too many paralyzed and wonder why they don't feel it
See these lyrics filled with real, your shit filled with gimmicks
You don't live that shit you speaking nigga (Nah, nah, nah)
Look you look in in my sweats, you got blood
Bubbling, I got suds
See I done came up out mud, cleaner than a whistle
Reason dripping little drizzle
No talk, man, just Walkmans, look this shit so extinct
My new girl so petite
My ex was thicker than that pressure she was putting on me
Very few niggas that showing skill, they been looking for me, right
Well look no further, we done birthed it
Built this shit from ashes, that's ironic 'cause we earned it, nigga, church

I can make your wrongs feel right
I can make them lonely dark times feel bright (Yeah)
I can make, look, I can make your soul feel great (Okay)
I can make, look
I can make it, I can make it
I can make it, I can, well look, look
I can make your lows feel good (Yeah)
I can make a nigga with no wrongs feel hood (Uh-huh)
I can make, look, I can make this pussy feel, uh (Yeah, Good)
I can make it, I can make it
Look, I can make it (Yeah)
I can make, look, look

Look (Look), I can make it dance (Yeah)
I'd rather show my ass through all these bars and get a band
And band together with some niggas who got triggers for the clan
I'm from the South, I know that guns don't make you any more a man, but damn
Protect the fam (Protect them)
I can make 10 dollars turnin' into 10,000 grams (Uh-huh)
I can make 10,000 hours turn into two spans and generations Reparations, they should give us more than land, damn, damn
Yeah, get your man, nigga (Get your man, nigga)
I can make that winter feel like summers in Iran, nigga (Summers in Iran, nigga)
Loyalty is everything to everyone that stand with you (Everyone that stand with you)
On the ship, financial freedom, what a fucking plan get you (Woo)
Women ditchin' 'cause you never acting like a man with her
She still bitter, looking for a prince that got a heel that fit her (Yeah)
I can make you understand the inner works of a spitter
That let off like Tommy Boy, no Hilfiger, Hilfiger (Yeah)
[?], I'm steps ahead mentally (Tall)
I can make you hate the butterfly and love the centipede (That's right)
Find the beauty in the struggle, that shit, nigga, been a breeze (C'mon)
I can make you see that good hair look just like them beady bees
We can make it (We can make it), ATVs on four-wheel
I might get off course but at least I ain't on the Porsche hill
I can make it (I can make it), no matter the ordeal
Indie or deal, nigga I'm a goat, bitch

I can make your wrongs feel right (Yeah)
I can make them lonely dark times feel bright (Yeah)
I can make, look, I can make your soul feel great (Okay)
I can make, look
I can make it, I can make it
I can make it, I can, well look, look
I can make your lows feel good (Yeah)
I can make a nigga with no wrongs feel hood (Uh-huh)
I can make, look, I can make this pussy feel, uh (Yeah)
I can make it, I can make it
Look, I can make it (Word, word)
I can make, look



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Gill, Marianna Evans, Mark Baven
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