All Make Sense Lyrics

Yeah

It's Nast

Yeah

It'll all make sense

That's what I keep telling my niggas

Uh, let's go

I'm tired of asking where the money went

I'm trynna boss up to the point where I ain't trippin bout the cost of rent

I'm done with calculating shit I spent

I'm tryna matte black the Lamb Chop then smack it out with five percents

I told my niggas, "It'll all make sense"

I got the blueprint from HOV, but the hustle feel like 50 Cent

Yeah, a lot of times I feel like Curtis Jack

I just pray I'ont ever gotta get shot for it to boost my rap

I put like twenty in my business and the rest went to the trap

Thinking bout my old ways man it damn near took me back

I'm finna boss up with a dispensary, the streets is starting to get whack

I lost my step when I got comfortable this ain't the time to relax

Nah this ain't the time to chill, kill

I'm married to the game still

They lied when they said pain heals

I'm sick of doing these same deals

Ask me would I seize the opportunity, I know I will

Ask me what it's like to lose a brother cause I know how it feels

I remember what it was like

You gon' lose some sleep at night

Ain't no money gon make you feel better so don't believe the hype

If I was you, I'd just focus on whatever you got a passion for

You niggas be taking risks for Instagram & doing fashion wars

But it's yo bread, fuck it do whatever you want

But when I say I'm bossing up, I'm talking properties for months

I'm talking houses after houses

I'm talking minimal announcements

Cause I won't have to say a word

I'm just gon' send you to my accountant

Kill,

Nast you been talking for a minute now (It'll all make sense)

But fuck it, keep going

If I'm lying then I'm flying

God strike me while I'm rappin'

Man you niggas ain't with me

Like Jada Pinkett y'all be actin'

I'd give my heart to who needs it

It might come a lil damaged

The struggle made me who I am so it wasn't a disadvantage

Shit if anything I'm grateful for it

I'ma right a book about my life without no hateful stories

Without no bad intent

I only only use my pen and pad when it's time to vent

They say money come and go

But the currency that's never coming back is the time you spent

That shit gone forever

So if it's anything we cherishing, it should be that

So if I sign a contract I needa get the max

I needa get the most out of it

I understand life, I always see both sides of it

Mo county raised but city niggas co signing me

Real deal nigga, ion't like fake bitches eyeing me

Or pussy niggas trying me

Didnt care about sex, I wanted honesty… you lied to me

So next time the ball is in my court, it's no apologies

I'ma let 'em feel it from the angle where I felt it at

Fuck around and leave you at the same spot I helped you at

Hot nigga told the court room where he was melting at

I would sign a deal but I'm not with all the shelving crap

Really floating bags I can get 'em to the house you at

Real niggas back in style

RDI sponsored that

It's Nast, bitch

It'll all make sense

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