Make It Out Lyrics

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don't make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we're scared to chase it
And niggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain't nobody fakin', throwin' guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit's so f*cked up
Young project nigga I'm just tryin'a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin'a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 1]
They wanna see you do good but never better than them
Can't put your trust in these niggas, no, no
And there ain't no new friends
I'm with my bros to the end and I'm talkin' 10 years or better so
We on a mission, got to get it, seen a lot of thousands, now I need millions
I'm on a whole another vibe, ridin' hard I'm just livin' my life
Sacrificing, put the love to the side, for the money, go hard every night
A lot of these niggas be mad, ‘cause they ain't in your situation
A lot of these niggas ain't real, it's a whole lot of favors
My hand gettin' this bag, had the same chances ain't take them
And nobody gave me a lane, shit, I had to create one
You niggas like Tyson, swagger jackin' doin' whole lot of bitin'
I know that you're feelin' my sound
With the wordplay I'm one of the nicest
Ain't too many niggas like me
Ain't too many niggas like me
I'm on a paper route, young nigga got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don't make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we're scared to chase it
And niggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred And ain't nobody fakin', throwin' guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit's so f*cked up
Young project nigga I'm just tryin'a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin'a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 2]
They do a lot of pretendin', they don't wanna see you winnin'
Two years later you progressin', they still stuck at beginnings
A lot of these niggas be trippin', sneak dissin' over bitches
Acting hard but ain't with it, fall on their mans and be snitchin'
Still swag on their ass, got a bag on their ass
I don't really like to brag, know I make a nigga mad
It's a shame baby hatin', you see the looks up on their faces
When you winnin' they ain't clappin', some of your friends distractions
Do a whole lot of askin', when it's time gear they be crabbin'
They just mad I'm from the same city
And you out here makin' moves and they still bullshittin', yeah
I'm from a city where a lot of us don't make it
Got to keep that iron cocked, it ain't no safety
Rockin' shades to hide the pain, I'm still doin' my thang
I'm on a paper route, young nigga got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don't make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we're scared to chase it
And niggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain't nobody fakin', throwin' guns for their city
Yeah yeah, shit's so f*cked up
Young project nigga I'm just tryin'a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin'a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

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