Did I Make It
Did I make it
Zooming so fast in my Honda
120 Going in my Honda
Slow down you would
Think I would wondered
Trying turn this 100 to a comma
That is what you call
A real come up searching for
The reup so I can reup
Diamonds around my wrist
You'll think that I have made it
They way that I've been balling
I couldn't even fake it
I've been working so hard
Through the those seasons
Yeah my body walking
Around like it's leaning
Not praising no devil
Cause I'm preaching
Lord knows I'm trying to reach him
Speeding so fast thru the weekend
All this work feel like a boatload
Taking power puffs
I got the mojo mojo
Take it easy
That is what my momma
Had told me
Then my sweetheart had called me
She told me to baby
Just make it home please
I'm coming home
I was moving so
Fast with the headlights
Fuck a damn red light
Working to get my bread right
Skrt-Skrt I hit the curve
Then blacked out
You would think Im dead now
Happened so fast
Body felt so vacant
Seen my soul floating
Out my chest become a patient
White lights all around me
You'll think I didn't make it
Popped up with a halo you
Done landed in a different locate it
Flipping through the pages
Working in and out the matrix
I feel like I'm bad
Micheal Jackson
Moonwalking on these haters
4e man that's a fact man
Family over everything
That's on gang man
Zooming so fast in my Honda
120 Going in my Honda
Slow down you would
Think I would wondered
Trying turn this 100 to a comma
That is what you call
A real come up searching for
The reup so I can reup
Diamonds around my wrist
You'll think that I have made it
They way that I've been balling
I couldn't even fake it
I've been working so hard
Through the those seasons
Yeah my body walking
Around like it's leaning
Not praising no devil
Cause I'm preaching
Lord knows I'm trying to reach him
Speeding so fast thru the weekend
All this work feel like a boatload
Taking power puffs
I got the mojo mojo
Take it easy
That is what my momma
Had told me
Then my sweetheart had called me
She told me to baby
Just make it home please
I'm coming home
I was moving so
Fast with the headlights
Fuck a damn red light
Working to get my bread right
Skrt-Skrt I hit the curve
Then blacked out
You would think Im dead now
Happened so fast
Body felt so vacant
Seen my soul floating
Out my chest become a patient
White lights all around me
You'll think I didn't make it
Popped up with a halo you
Done landed in a different locate it
Flipping through the pages
Working in and out the matrix
I feel like I'm bad
Micheal Jackson
Moonwalking on these haters
4e man that's a fact man
Family over everything
That's on gang man
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Writer(s): Herode Virgile
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