Make A Way
Woah woah woah woah
Starstruck you made this
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
You're playing with my heart I know you don't wanna stay
You had to let me down so you laid me in the grave
R.I.P. his soul nobody ever knew his name
Now he's hanging from his ceiling and nobody feeling shame
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
Remember growing up I always wanted to be better
Better than my father could thinking he could ever
Conversations through a letter
It was cold didn't have a sweater
Shit didn't make no sense but now it's all coming together
Selling drugs for cheddar just to put clothes in my dresser
Sipping too much lean and now I'm lighter than a feather
He told me all these girls the same
He told me to forget her
But I know how to treat a woman
I know I could never
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
When I turn murdaman
Slide and hit the murda dance
Niggas tweakin on the gram
I ain't never heard of them
I'm just trynna make it for my family
Everybody sleepin on me you can go back to sleep
And when I get a grammy niggas gon be claiming they knew me
And I'll be chillin with my people and be flexing on groupies
And I know that Ima make it gotta give it a chance
Niggas steady hating on me they don't know I'm the man
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Oooh
How you claim you gang
But you still stabbin my back
And I been through mental issues
I been under attack
I told Osama hit my phone when he finna slide
Him and Jayye been trynna keep me safe and up out this life
They don't want me getting killed cuz of my sinful desires
And they got a point ill give it to them I ain't gon lie
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
I'm just trynna make a way
And these niggas wanna put me in the grave
Well tell em catch a kill
Cuz I ain't hiding nor I'm running
Had to cut her off
Cuz that bitch always up to something
A nigga want me dead
And he gon find out that I'm comin
But ima always keep on going
I can never stop
I was just a youngin
Right there on the block
Makin bread hustling
I'm just trynna make a way
And these niggas wanna put me in the grave
Yuh oh woah woah
I'm just trynna make a way
Said I'm just trynna make a way
Starstruck you made this
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
You're playing with my heart I know you don't wanna stay
You had to let me down so you laid me in the grave
R.I.P. his soul nobody ever knew his name
Now he's hanging from his ceiling and nobody feeling shame
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
Remember growing up I always wanted to be better
Better than my father could thinking he could ever
Conversations through a letter
It was cold didn't have a sweater
Shit didn't make no sense but now it's all coming together
Selling drugs for cheddar just to put clothes in my dresser
Sipping too much lean and now I'm lighter than a feather
He told me all these girls the same
He told me to forget her
But I know how to treat a woman
I know I could never
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
When I turn murdaman
Slide and hit the murda dance
Niggas tweakin on the gram
I ain't never heard of them
I'm just trynna make it for my family
Everybody sleepin on me you can go back to sleep
And when I get a grammy niggas gon be claiming they knew me
And I'll be chillin with my people and be flexing on groupies
And I know that Ima make it gotta give it a chance
Niggas steady hating on me they don't know I'm the man
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Oooh
How you claim you gang
But you still stabbin my back
And I been through mental issues
I been under attack
I told Osama hit my phone when he finna slide
Him and Jayye been trynna keep me safe and up out this life
They don't want me getting killed cuz of my sinful desires
And they got a point ill give it to them I ain't gon lie
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna do my thing
I don't know why you hate on me
I'm just trynna make a way
I'm just trynna make a way
And these niggas wanna put me in the grave
Well tell em catch a kill
Cuz I ain't hiding nor I'm running
Had to cut her off
Cuz that bitch always up to something
A nigga want me dead
And he gon find out that I'm comin
But ima always keep on going
I can never stop
I was just a youngin
Right there on the block
Makin bread hustling
I'm just trynna make a way
And these niggas wanna put me in the grave
Yuh oh woah woah
I'm just trynna make a way
Said I'm just trynna make a way
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Writer(s): Omarion Adams
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