Make It Work
Life was so hard I had to make it work
Don't let the pain hold you back, gon shake the hurt
If she really love me she'll say it first
I don't really love tho I put the paper first
I can turn her to a hustler and make her work
I be glowing so hard I do a hater dirt
If you gotta issue with the boy you'll face the earth
You should see how they was lookin when the tables turnt
You don't want static boy I do cable work
My cousin eyes good as hell he was made to lurk
Tell a bitch I'm tryna fuck tonight you can save the flirt
Bitch got rubber jeans on, tell her 'wear a skirt'
The clip too big on the glock, told her 'take her purse'
I done sold her a dream, she don't know what it's worth
Put on deodorant before you come out, you done wet yo shirt
The only way I deal with pain is if I make you hurt
I cuddle my drac real tight when I sleep at night
Tell that bitch I need a loosie I'm goin to the sto
Matter fact tell that bitch I need loosie and mo
Shit, tell me what you like
Round 3 I'm in the pussy I'm feeling like Ike
Game 6 in the Finals I'm feeling like Mike
All expense paid getaway I'm stealing a flight
Ain't the only way to get paid but I'm killing the mic
Breaking records in the game how I'm feeling tonight
Already feel like I won but I'm still in the fight
Percs got me biting hard, bitch I feel like Mike
Lil bitch rubbing on me ask 'am I feelin alright'
Ten in each pocket nigga, that's how I'm feelin tonight
Told dawg I need a 4, that's what I pour on my Sprite
Ten on my habits nigga, that's what I spend on yo life
Got two bad bitches talking bout spending the night
Keep on doing all that talking Ima spin on yo life
Lucky that he made it to the morning, he won't make it tonight
Got everything planned out how I take these steps
Know they don't like that I'm up, I know they hate my wealth
Niggas cliquin' up and can't stop me, that's lazy help
Ima dog for real, I fuck bitches and fake my death
I gave it everything I had, how could I hate myself
Got off my ass and kept grindin' no matter how I felt
Nigga smoking bullshit talking bout he got top shelf
Got his lil bitch working for me that's my top elf
Don't let the pain hold you back, gon shake the hurt
If she really love me she'll say it first
I don't really love tho I put the paper first
I can turn her to a hustler and make her work
I be glowing so hard I do a hater dirt
If you gotta issue with the boy you'll face the earth
You should see how they was lookin when the tables turnt
You don't want static boy I do cable work
My cousin eyes good as hell he was made to lurk
Tell a bitch I'm tryna fuck tonight you can save the flirt
Bitch got rubber jeans on, tell her 'wear a skirt'
The clip too big on the glock, told her 'take her purse'
I done sold her a dream, she don't know what it's worth
Put on deodorant before you come out, you done wet yo shirt
The only way I deal with pain is if I make you hurt
I cuddle my drac real tight when I sleep at night
Tell that bitch I need a loosie I'm goin to the sto
Matter fact tell that bitch I need loosie and mo
Shit, tell me what you like
Round 3 I'm in the pussy I'm feeling like Ike
Game 6 in the Finals I'm feeling like Mike
All expense paid getaway I'm stealing a flight
Ain't the only way to get paid but I'm killing the mic
Breaking records in the game how I'm feeling tonight
Already feel like I won but I'm still in the fight
Percs got me biting hard, bitch I feel like Mike
Lil bitch rubbing on me ask 'am I feelin alright'
Ten in each pocket nigga, that's how I'm feelin tonight
Told dawg I need a 4, that's what I pour on my Sprite
Ten on my habits nigga, that's what I spend on yo life
Got two bad bitches talking bout spending the night
Keep on doing all that talking Ima spin on yo life
Lucky that he made it to the morning, he won't make it tonight
Got everything planned out how I take these steps
Know they don't like that I'm up, I know they hate my wealth
Niggas cliquin' up and can't stop me, that's lazy help
Ima dog for real, I fuck bitches and fake my death
I gave it everything I had, how could I hate myself
Got off my ass and kept grindin' no matter how I felt
Nigga smoking bullshit talking bout he got top shelf
Got his lil bitch working for me that's my top elf
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Writer(s): Lionel Graham
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