Make It Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I think I been in my own way
Everything should come before me, this is do re
How a nigga bald off top, this that Rogaine
I lost my noodle had to locate the Lo Mein
I been in Seattle with my face up in the cold rain
Bowling, how I'm ballin' in my own lane
Pinheads with they minds in the gutter
So they try pull you under
When you rollin' strikes the whole game
I woke up to winter and we broke up in spring
We'd still be joined at the hip if you left it up to me
That type of shit make a nigga wonder, "what does it mean?"
But I ain't pressed, I ain't stressed, and I let it go
Got the drive to do me like I'm masturbatin' in traffic
I'm laughin', I made it happen
I'm laceratin' you rappers
I been droppin' every week, shit
Y'all droppin' weak shit
Left Atlanta and they miss a nigga like Freaknik

[Chorus]
Make it cool, make it hot
Make a little, make a lot
Make it go, make it stop
Make it big, but do not
Make it up (no)
Make it up (no)
Make it up (no)
Make it fast, make it slow
Make it glitter, make it gold
Make it come from the soul, nigga make sure you don't
Make it up
Make it up
Make it up
Make it up (nooo)
Make it trash, make it treasure
Make it dumb, make it clever
All alone and together make 'em never wanna ever
Make it up
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no, no)
Yeah, make a livin', make a lane
Make a killin', make a way
Make a fortune, make a name
Nigga make sure you can't
Make it up
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)

[Verse 2]
I said, yeah I got my groove back and I might pipe her, I might like her
Blue check makin' hoes follow me like the pipe piper
Any guy's cypher and give 'em bars like it's five Rikers
I swear my life is the source and you better five mic 'em
My lines fire, my mind's higher than five Vicodins
Soon as I enter, I drop lines like a typewriter
And spring love me, I deserve to have the lights brighter
I earned my stripes in the cold, bitch I'm a white tiger
Never was the type to give a f*ck about a f*ck nigga
I just keep it one-thou, now I f*ck witcha
And hold it down so a nigga know what's up witcha
Tryna make my mil' and walk to keep it a buck witcha
Yeah, still North side, you could tell
Ain't nothin' change except where they send the mail
I done hopped out my mama house, to ya baby mama house
Left and they want a nigga back like Obama now

[Chorus]
Make it cool, make it hot
Make a little, make a lot
Make it go, make it stop
Make it big, but do not
Make it up (no)
Make it up (no)
Make it up (no)
Make it fast, make it slow
Make it glitter, make it gold
Make it come from the soul, nigga make sure you don't
Make it up
Make it up
Make it up
Make it up (nooo)
Make it trash, make it treasure
Make it dumb, make it clever
All alone and together make 'em never wanna ever
Make it up
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no, no)
Yeah, make a livin', make a lane
Make a killin', make a way
Make a fortune, make a name
Nigga make sure you can't
Make it up
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)
Make it up (no, no)

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