Make It Out

We gone make it out
Road running through all of these hundreds
This Glock won't save me now
Lost My granny in twenty-seventeen
I know I've made her proud
Me and Gang riding deep in the city
You know we rolling loud
We gone make it out
We gone make it out
New money, New bitches and clothes
You gotta control the Crowd
Peanut got choppers with 223' 3s
That might just lay you down
We gone make it out
We gone make it out
We gone make it out

She told me she love
I knew that she didn't
So I told her to back off
Momma told me keep yo on head straight
Don't fuck them racks off
Saw all of the thousands in the bank
I'm talking jigsaw
Big CEO, Rich Paul
Ammo wait, I gotta phone call
Hello
You say you not happy
Just Fuck all the distractions
I swear all of these niggas stay Capping
And We just making it happen
Stepping forward, we never go backwards
I was born to be a star
Feel I'm like Patrick
You did me wrong
But it even matter
You know
My pockets just get fatter and fatter
Young rich Nigga, I never been average
21 in Choppa now she calling me savage
Lil freaky ass hoe yeah she nasty
All these hoes think they classy
I'm skipping them classes



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Writer(s): Barry Gentry
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