Make It

I've been running to that bag, I got no patience
Real nigga, uhh, keep it Ben Franklin
Know that wock ain't wock nigga, I can taste it
Yea this real life, baby, it ain't no faking

I've been running to that bag, I got no patience
Real nigga, huh, keep it Ben Franklin
Know that wock ain't wock nigga, I can taste it
Yea this real life, baby, it ain't no faking
Ten piece all blues, nigga, big faces
Niggas washed up, and they big hatin'
Laughin to the bank, money conversations
Thinkin' bout a milli, how I'm gon' make it

Thinkin' bout a brick, how I'm gon' break it
Thinkin' bout your bitch, how I'm gon' break her
Niggas ain't him and they pump fakers
Tote big guns, nigga this a earth shaker
Pull up on your bitch and I'm back breakin'
Niggas real funny with the hand shakin
Yea I know his ass spooked, had his ass shakin

Tss, yeah, nigga

Yeah, we mobbin', gas in my wood got me coughin
One way trip, put a nigga in a coffin
Been on my left, I ain't even gotta cock it
No words let a nigga roll we gon' rock 'em
Hit his block, yellow tape, we gon' chalk 'em
Niggas broke in the mix, that's out a pocket
I'm the plug, big capt, I'm the socket
If I see it and I like it, I'ma cop it
If I can move it, I'ma move it, I was dead broke
Tryna hit a play, bend corners with my kinfolk
I ain't waitin' on no bitch, I'ma get on
Yeah i'm runnin' to that bag what I been on

I've been running to that bag, I got no patience
Real nigga, huh, keep it Ben Franklin
Know that wock ain't wock nigga, I can taste it
Yea this real life, baby, it ain't no faking
Ten piece all blues, nigga, big faces
Niggas washed up, and they big hatin'
Laughin to the bank, money conversations
Thinkin' bout a milli, how I'm gon' make it

I just want a milli like Lil Wayne, Yea I also want a rollie with a big chain
Buss down on that face fuck a plain Jane
Where's that money? Bet, gone on that next plane
I'm coolin smokin' gas, yeah, that propane
While im countin all these bands from that cocaine
I chose how I live, I can't complain No pain what they say? yeah, no gain
Where i'm from you gotta learn how to survive
I be clutchin' on that nine, I thank God i'm alive
Every hour, every minute, to that bag im sleep deprived
Fuck a break, I'm all gas, I don't needa take a five
I don't need to take a five, wanna see us all eat
I wanna see all my brothers in a suite, not them streets
Been trill, yeah, I been, I'ma keep it concrete
Ten toes on the floor, I'ma keep it concrete, ayy

I've been running to that bag, I got no patience
Real nigga, huh, keep it Ben Franklin
Know that wock ain't wock nigga, I can taste it
Yea this real life, baby, it ain't no faking
Ten piece all blues, nigga, big faces
Niggas washed up, and they big hatin'
Laughin to the bank, money conversations
Thinkin' bout a milli, how I'm gon' make it



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Writer(s): Alfonso López
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