Gotta Make It x3

For all the doubters I appreciate
The hate, but this shit was
Bound to Happen it's what
The universe say
Ahhh

Local rappers mumbling shit
And spitting subliminals

Dropping outta College and all
A sudden they criminals

I come from the jungle
I should Prolly Write a book

Can't tell the whole story
Cuz I know police would
Book me

I hate to say but, I only
buy Roses when I
fuck up
Yes I fucked the bitch
But here go flowers
STFU

You say you want the truth
Well fuck it I miss my Ex
Her Name Angie
She Dominican
And she got some good
Yee

Ion check on the plug
The plug Checking on Me
You can get A discount if
You tell Em you Sent by
Ree

Aww shit

My bars hit different this shit
Harder than MashPit
Y'all he don't Quit

Ain't a secret the storm on
The way don't forget
My momma got a Boutique
So Pink you won't get

Broke yo back for the wrong
Person now you paralyzed
Bad Karma is real it take
Care of the Lies

Broke days
Hungry Nights
Reason why I grind
Even if you Fucked me over
I hope you doing fine

I gotta make it, I swear
I just gotta make it

I'm sick and tired of waiting
So Fuck it I gotta take it
Yee

I gotta make it, I swear
I Just gotta make it

I'm sick and tired of waiting
So fuck I gotta Take it
Yeee

It's a shame this typa shit
Don't sell millions
Maybe I Gotta tat my face
Or go threaten civilians

Anything for the clout
She doing it for the gram

Show ass for some attention
Her goal is to get a mention
But fuck it

Time to pay women Equally
Or don't speak to me

What happen to the nigga head
I had it in the Creek with me
For doubting me

All this suffering, pain, and tears
The shit that made me Boutit
I been resilient for years

Tell LeBron play this In the back
And then play this Shit back

The way I do what I do Refs
Is asking for a PlayBack

The bitch tryna Play Games
Well fuck it ima play back

Can't put me in a box you
Mfs better call Jack

I Call bluff! On any of you
Niggas tryna act tough
Tell Matt Hatmaker come and
See me if he gon act up

He fucked my bread up but
Don't worry I got it back Up
Then told the bitch to

Be my peace or tell me
Peace

Broke yo back for the wrong
Person now you paralyzed
Bad Karma is real it take
Care of the Lies

Broke days
Hungry Nights
Reason why I grind
Even if you Fucked me over
I hope you doing fine

I gotta make it, I swear
I just gotta make it

I'm sick and tired of waiting
So Fuck it I gotta take it
Yee

I gotta make it, I swear
I Just gotta make it

I'm sick and tired of waiting
So fuck I gotta Take it
Yeee

It's a shame this typa shit
Don't sell millions
Maybe I Gotta tat my face
Or go threaten civilians

Anything for the clout
She doing it for the gram

Show ass for some attention
Her goal is to get a mention

Time to pay women Equally
Or don't speak to me

What happen to the nigga head
I had it in the Creek with me
For doubting me

The Shit That Made Me Boutit
I been resilient for years

Don't bury me next to None of
These niggas. Cuz I ain't none of
These niggas



Credits
Writer(s): Ree Boutit
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