Make It Out

I remember coming up and having big dreams
Rich schemes, making it out, doing some big things
But coming up in the hood, it was a lit scene
Hand-me-downs gave a brand new meaning to ripped jeans
Hoop dreams and thinking of having six rings
But truthfully, niggas don't even make it to sixteen
And I don't wanna be a victim of the mean streets
So I do what I gotta do to make it out and fix things

And all the niggas either dead or in jail, it's heaven or hell
Not to get ahead of myself, but I'mma be great
I wanna do well for myself, but they gunning for me
My people really want me to fail
Every day it be the same shit, niggas wanna aim blicks and flame shit
If you running game, get your brains split
And they don't really give a fuck until you famous, so I ain't leaving nameless
And I'mma hustle 'til I make it out

I gotta make it out before the hood take me out
Trapped inside the ghetto, made a promise that I'm breaking out
And I'm on a mission with my niggas, I ain't flaking out
Ain't finna be a victim of the system, I'mma make it out
I gotta make it out before the hood take me out
Trapped inside the ghetto, made a promise that I'm breaking out
And I'm on a mission with my niggas, I ain't flaking out
Ain't finna be a victim of the system, I'mma make it out

Keep the fam close, keep the enemy closer
Keep your composure, let 'em see your fear and it's over
Chip on my shoulder, pussy niggas murdered my brother
Long live Xavier, nigga, rest in peace to my soldier
The illest and I'm underrated
I play it cool 'cause a lot of niggas player-hating
But I'm that nigga, don't be thinking I'm intimidated
They only call me when they need me, I ain't obligated, fuck them niggas, I'mma make it

Stressing out 'cause I be cracking under pressure
My momma wanna help, but I don't need another lecture
Praying for my fam like God come and protect us and bless us
Keeping my faith, hoping I'm next up
But I be steady sinning, don't like the way that I'm living
They envy, but, bitch, I'm in it to win it, so fuck your feelings, I'm with it
And I ain't going to the penitentiary or the cemetery
This war is really killing me

I gotta make it out before the hood take me out
Trapped inside the ghetto, made a promise that I'm breaking out
And I'm on a mission with my niggas, I ain't flaking out
Ain't finna be a victim of the system, I'mma make it out
I gotta make it out before the hood take me out
Trapped inside the ghetto, made a promise that I'm breaking out
And I'm on a mission with my niggas, I ain't flaking out
Ain't finna be a victim of the system, I'mma make it out



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Writer(s): Calvon Weston
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