Make It

I done came up I had to pave the way
Stepped back on that dope just like a fade away
Already busted too many guns its time to bust my chain

Said I'm done with busting guns its time to bust my chain
Said they still got love but it don't feel the same
I'm always going to run it up I know they hate it
That bitch she want a piece of me before i make it

If thats really how you felt you should've told me
They want that old Flossi back well thats the old me
Everyday I pour two fours just like its Kobe
I could use you on the road when it get lonely
But I cant focus on no bitch I got to get this bread
I'll keep on running shit until I loose my legs
Chop his top just like a coupe if he play with my bread
Sweep that nigga jump the broom like a newly wed
Niggas talking on the web but they not really bout it
Real dresser since day one I never need a stylist
I just got this AMG its time to up the mileage
I just booked a BNB its time to throw a party
Because I know you need a place to get away
See the pain in your eyes when I look in your face
Emotionless Im cold like a dead body
We all say fuck love but really want somebody
She throw her hands up high when we drop top riding
I hit the block they like oh my

Said I'm done with busting guns its time to bust my chain
Said they still got love but it don't feel the same
I'm always going to run it up I know they hate it
That bitch she want a piece of me before i make it



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Writer(s): Kadeem Knoll
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