Make It Home Lyrics

Just to make it home

I almost sold my soul

Told her take it slow

I been on the road

Fucking with these hoes

I been on a roll

I'm still getting paid

For the shit I prayed

You still getting played

Fuck up out my way

Blessings everyday

This the life I made

(This the life I made)

Gucci on my feet

Guess who's underneath

Looking like some money

I know money all she sees

You know I got degrees

You know I got a doctrine in the subject

Keep it G

My money by the sleeve

I'm rolling like some weed

Your shawty on my team

I'm popping out so icy when I step out of the beam

Yeah she tryna see me nightly

Yeah I turned her to a fiend

My engine hella mean

My life is like a dream

Just to make it home

I almost sold my soul

Told her take it slow

I been on the road

Fucking with these hoes

I been on a roll

I'm still getting paid

For the shit I prayed

You still getting played

Fuck up out my way

Blessings everyday

This the life I made

(This the life I made)

Niggas is cap and false prophets

Claiming they lit when they not lit

Run through the bag

I don't drop it

Niggas is mad they can't stop this

They just upset cause they dog shit

Know who the one when I walk in

On my outline it in chalk shit

No Hugo I'm on my boss shit

Just to make it home

I almost sold my soul

Told her take it slow

I been on the road

Fucking with these hoes

I been on a roll

I'm still getting paid

For the shit I prayed

You still getting played

Fuck up out my way

Blessings everyday

This the life I made

(This the life I made)