Make It Out

I told bro no matter what route that we take it

Whether rapping or its trapping my nigga yea we gon make it out

And all them niggas be acting they all be cappin

I see em talking but cant really hear em over this bank account

Groovy come roll up that oooweee

PRPs lay over my two-threes

Spanish little mami that booty is juicy

If niggas act up bro pass me the toolie

I just feel that im realer than niggas

I cant lie im parylized i aint felling you bitches

It was smokey way back when now this shit getting clearer

I see a king when i look in the mirror

But, anyway shit cray i just lost my boy to cancer

I got the message i ain't even have a answer

Since 16 had big dreams of that phantom

And have my songs in they head like dandruff

I cant front i been feeling myself

Had to get up off my ass and go and get it myself

Wishing i could take my heart and go heal it myself

He dissing me then he killing his self

That's Facts

I told bro no matter what route that we take it

Whether rapping or its trapping my nigga yea we gon make it out

And all them niggas be acting they all be cappin

I see em talking but cant really hear em over this bank account

Got a couple stacks in these denim jeans

Felt like yesterday me and bro was just sipping lean

Get with me, know a couple bitches tryna get with me

And some niggas tryna stop my bag, is you shitten me

Enemies got some of those wont put a end to me

No friend of me most ya'll my sons niggas my mini-me's

Silly me i keep the slides on me like billy-bees

Picture me letting a nigga drain all my energy

I been working hard yea that graveyard shift

If ain't no food up on my plate then i'ma take yo shit

Ain't no "S" up on my chest no i cant save no bitch

That fake love it don't make no sense

Ever told them something good but , you could feel the hate

Front like they happy for you when they smile up in ya face

After that its a rap then its back to being fake