Make It Out
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Fuck telling lies I'm tired of mentions, I'm tired of snitches we gon make it out
Bro got the tool it won't jam so I hope you got plans cuz my niggas be airing shit out
But imma real nigga you cannot relate
Started with nothing we taking the top and I came to put food on my family plate
Ya'll got the tendencies built like a snake
But fuck what he told my niggas be with it, late in the night we be roaming the streets
If you a target we making a move I swear when we come we be pulling up deep
And no it ain't shit to find out where you live I promise my soldiers do that shit with ease
Can't believe niggas be snitching them cases so tell me why you think that you such a g
We ain't have nothing we paved our own way I swear that this shit was our destiny
And we like the villains you jumped by the gang if you in the mix with my enemies
We slanging that steel, my energy real I feel like we really the dying breed
This shit like the zoo I got my gorillas and I know where all of the lions be
We ain't have nothing we paved our own way I swear that this shit was our destiny
And we like the villains you jumped by the gang if you in the mix with my enemies
We slanging that steel, my energy real I feel like we really the dying breed
This shit like the zoo I got my gorillas and I know where all of the lions be
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
All you niggas pussy I can't fold
Each and every day I stack the gold
I remember nights I hit the road
Looking in the sky the world cold
Looking in the sky the world cold
Thirty on my hip and it's on go
Balling so hard like rando
Diamonds on my neck you know they glow
Henny in my cup I'm feeling slow
I can't dap you up if you not bro
Try to diss the gang we gon know
Shadle in the cut he wipe your nose
Wavy getting money fuck the hoes yeah
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Fuck telling lies I'm tired of mentions, I'm tired of snitches we gon make it out
Bro got the tool it won't jam so I hope you got plans cuz my niggas be airing shit out
But imma real nigga you cannot relate
Started with nothing we taking the top and I came to put food on my family plate
Ya'll got the tendencies built like a snake
But fuck what he told my niggas be with it, late in the night we be roaming the streets
If you a target we making a move I swear when we come we be pulling up deep
And no it ain't shit to find out where you live I promise my soldiers do that shit with ease
Can't believe niggas be snitching them cases so tell me why you think that you such a g
We ain't have nothing we paved our own way I swear that this shit was our destiny
And we like the villains you jumped by the gang if you in the mix with my enemies
We slanging that steel, my energy real I feel like we really the dying breed
This shit like the zoo I got my gorillas and I know where all of the lions be
We ain't have nothing we paved our own way I swear that this shit was our destiny
And we like the villains you jumped by the gang if you in the mix with my enemies
We slanging that steel, my energy real I feel like we really the dying breed
This shit like the zoo I got my gorillas and I know where all of the lions be
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
All you niggas pussy I can't fold
Each and every day I stack the gold
I remember nights I hit the road
Looking in the sky the world cold
Looking in the sky the world cold
Thirty on my hip and it's on go
Balling so hard like rando
Diamonds on my neck you know they glow
Henny in my cup I'm feeling slow
I can't dap you up if you not bro
Try to diss the gang we gon know
Shadle in the cut he wipe your nose
Wavy getting money fuck the hoes yeah
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
Man these streets cold ain't no love pray to god save my soul
How you do me wrong 30 my bro can't believe you told
Straight up from the deep ends of the gutter we had to make it out
Wasn't no blue print or follow we made our own route
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Writer(s): Joshua Shadle
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