Make it out

If I make it outta
This here struggle
Without a bullet
In my head
Then I gotta be
Something
I had my own money
Used to smoke
Wit a racist
He had his own problems
So he had his lil ways
The money sticking to me
That's the only way out
Took my chances
Imma run my routes
Watch up on ya mouth
If you speaking to Ill of me
Deposits for these bills
While they pile up on the table
I know these people love it
When coming correct
If I get jammed up
Cant call her collect
Parents taught me right
Gotta take my steps
Walking up the block
I have to lean to the left

If imma show something
Then I really gotta do it
It'll fuck ya head up
When I make another move
Speaking for myself b4
You try to do me wrong
How you think it's really
Bout to get back to you
I'm knowing what they doin
When they tryna piss me off
Ain't no more crying
I gotta make my sister happy
Gun get to clapping
I know some niggas better duck
I don't give a fuck
About the feelings
Not anymore
I made everything I could
And they took it away
So imma look short
When I'm aiming
From the car
Have a drink of this water
I'm so refreshing to bitches
She like the way I smile
So she gave me a minute

On the sweets ima eat up
Don't even want no sour
Hour after hour
I'm displaying the power
I know these cowards lookin
So they haters to me
Imma run up on em
Dump up out of it
I'm pumping
From the shoulders
So it's finnuh hurt
Give em the works
Like I'm just
Plumbing wit the fluid
What you really bout to do
Make you move
Leaving em bleeding on the tar
I know why he wanna be me
Knock the box off
I ain't even got the beamer yet
She fuckin wit me now
Cuz she now I keep
My sneakers wet
Come up on a check
Hit these niggas
With the redirect



Credits
Writer(s): Darien Moore
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