Make a Way

I got to make a way (Aye)
Fuck all them niggas that's hating
I'm on my grind got to make it
Straight to the top escalator
Get to the cheese, Ima grate it
She give me airhead, I'm inflated (Yeah)
I told brodie to be patient (Yeah)
This shit started in a basement

I got to make a way (Aye)
I got to make a, I got to make
I got to make a way (Aye)
Fuck all them niggas that's hating (Fuck them)
I'm on my grind got to make it (Make it)
Straight to the top escalator (Shweee)
Get to the cheese, I'm a grate it (Cheese)
She give me airhead, I'm inflated (Yeah)
I told brodie to be patient (Goddam)
This shit started in a basement

Mhm mhm yeah decided enough was enough
I took a couple of L's, I turned that shit to a W
She ain't want to fuck with me way back then, now she trying to say wassup
Now she trying say wassup (Yeah shawty)
Now she trying say wassup
Woah Woah
She want them X's and O's
Nah shawty I got to go (Got to go)
Cuz we getting back on the road
City to city I'm doing these shows
Glass in the air nigga, we fixing to toast
Shout out to Ya, that's my motherfucking bro
Just dropped some bangers now I'm going ghost

This shit wasn't given to me know I had to make a way
Balling on these niggas Kobe Bryant with the fade away,
Talking bout no money? I ain't having much to say today
Say he pushing P that ain't nothin' except a paperweight
I ain't stopping until I'm knowing that they proud of me
Got lil shawties all on my phone and they saying "prada me"
Ask her if she giving the dome she saying "probably"
Bitch I'm trynna get in my zone that's where I got to be
You can keep the hoe cuz I really don't need her (Need her)
Bitch I'm getting the cheese the Velveeta (Velveeta)
You can catch me skirting the lanes up in beamers (Beamers)
Know these niggas be lame no competitors
I bought it cash and you niggas on credit
Y'all niggas beefing bout shawties just dead it
You niggas simping for hoes on the Redditt
I fuck on lil shawty and then I forget it
I delete her out my brain, I delete her out my memories
(Delete her out my memories)
She wants to fuck with the gang, she wants to see the amenities
(She wants to see the amenities)
Shooters sniping shit like John F Kennedy
When my brothers walk in the function we bringing energy
Put that on my momma these niggas fixing to remember me
Stay up in the lab a nigga ain't talking chemistry

I got to make a way, aye
Fuck all them niggas that's hating
I'm on my grind got to make it
Straight to the top escalator
Get to the cheese, I'm a grate it
She give me airhead, I'm inflated (Yeah)
I told brodie to be patient (Yeah)
This shit started in a basement



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Writer(s): Yaameen Irizarry
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