Make It Out

Just a young from the city took a different route
Tryna make it out the trenches gotta make it out
All this pain up in my body gotta take it out
My Brother wilding with the glizzy he cant put it down
Every nigga from my city got extensions
Yeah I keep a glizzy man its just for protection
Went and copped a nine my dawg got a smith and wesson
Let a nigga run up we gone give his ass a blessing



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Writer(s): Correy Saunders
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