Make it thru
Fightin just to make it thru
I had ball dreams until I seen my nigga shoot
We had long wings flying just to make it through
I had change my ways when my niggas made da news
I hope we make it thru
Long path ahead we just wanna count these Benjamins
I don't wanna see them dead but these niggas don't wanna see us win
I'm counting on one hand how many people had da helping hand
Cross one out
Take one out
And that's just how we stand
To the other side where I'm going
I Pray to god my pain my showing
They wanna ride but if u not my kind Uan going
I wanna see us shine but everytime they folding
I lost some guys to the blind
Deep down this pain is fucking up mind
I hate it because they change over time
And even tho they got me im still standing on mine
I wish my brother made it to this ride
But to busy doin all this time
I told my nigga chill up on the sliding
But He to stuck on fightin doing crimes
I wish I had a name so I can get up out the trenches
Wonder if I fame come will this shii be different
Asking if my brain done from doin all this ventin
Fell out with some niggas now it's always gone be tension
When the storm come will they all stay
I'm fighting just to stay up out the way
They wanna get me but I'm riding safe
Can't get jammed up I'm still fightin cases
Looking around I'm not seeing to much change
I just wanna see my niggas win the race
Get to the money that's the only think we think
If you come round tryna play then that's your grave
I had ball dreams until I seen my nigga shoot
We had long wings flying just to make it through
I had change my ways when my niggas made da news
I hope we make it thru
Long path ahead we just wanna count these Benjamins
I don't wanna see them dead but these niggas don't wanna see us win
I'm counting on one hand how many people had da helping hand
Cross one out
Take one out
And that's just how we stand
To the other side where I'm going
I Pray to god my pain my showing
They wanna ride but if u not my kind Uan going
I wanna see us shine but everytime they folding
I lost some guys to the blind
Deep down this pain is fucking up mind
I hate it because they change over time
And even tho they got me im still standing on mine
I wish my brother made it to this ride
But to busy doin all this time
I told my nigga chill up on the sliding
But He to stuck on fightin doing crimes
I wish I had a name so I can get up out the trenches
Wonder if I fame come will this shii be different
Asking if my brain done from doin all this ventin
Fell out with some niggas now it's always gone be tension
When the storm come will they all stay
I'm fighting just to stay up out the way
They wanna get me but I'm riding safe
Can't get jammed up I'm still fightin cases
Looking around I'm not seeing to much change
I just wanna see my niggas win the race
Get to the money that's the only think we think
If you come round tryna play then that's your grave
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Writer(s): Arthur Thompson
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