Make It! Lyrics

You made this beat too? Yessir

Yeah, aye

Uh-huh, look

Check it

You don't even gotta say it, man I'll say it for ya

I'm the best fuckin' rapper comin out of Florida

That ain't a diss to X or Kodak

I'm just sayin' I'm next and thought that you should know that

I'm a beast, tryna tear beats to fuckin' shreds

And if mo'fuckers get in my way, I'm takin' heads (I'm takin' heads)

I'm done bein' buddy-buddy, or lovey-dovey

I'm tryna eat good and stuff my face like Chubby Bunny (haha)

Yeah, the flow out of this world with my bars on Mars

I don't even give a fuck about the charts (I don't)

I'mma tell my kid, don't be a simp, son

Cause otherwise, we gon' have to name yo ass Bart (simp-son)

Yeah, nobody else is passionate like me

God directin' my steps, but I call him Spike Lee

I'm tryna get this mozzarella, you know, fried cheese

While I sit with my side piece and sip iced tea, ayy

Bells ringin', Hell's freezin'

Ayy, it's my time to blow (for real)

Birds singin' while I'm dreamin' (ayy)

Sellin' out the shows

I'm fiendin' for the weekend (ayy)

No more bein' broke

Barely streamin', fans are leavin' (woo)

But I'mma make it though, yeah

Ayy, I'mma make it though

Yeah, ayy, I'mma make it though

I don't have the numbers like I should (I don't)

And I know it ain't because they think my shit ain't good (I know it)

I could keep up with Kendrick or Cole (I can)

Make a record better than gold

But y'all don't love me like you say you do I'm just letting you know that

I'mma make it one day, bitch, I've made plans

I ain't fuckin' with any of you fake fans

Put my middle finger up, we ain't gon' shake hands (fuck you)

Just for you to stab me in my back and have me swallow 8 xans

Tryna cope with the loneliness, but I don't know how

Maybe call up ya girl and have her come over now

I pull out my dick and she screams, "Wow!"

Said her man's ain't this big as she puts it in her mouth (yeah)

Yeah, I spark a blunt with the crew and crack jokes

That's like the only time I'm not sad, bro (for real)

Cause I be gettin' in my feelings like a damn hoe

But even when I'm down, I still stand though, yeah

Bells ringin', Hell's freezin' (ayy)

Ayy, it's my time to blow

Birds singin' while I'm dreamin'

Sellin' out the shows

I'm fiendin' for the weekend (ayy)

No more bein' broke

Barely streamin', fans are leavin' (woo)

But I'mma make it though

For anybody that don't really believe

Look, I'mma show every single one of you what I mean (I will)

Don't be surprised when I'm chillin' with Bella Hadid (don't be)

You'll get the proof after I'm done chasin' this dream

Yeah, you gotta see it if you tryna have it manifested (you gotta see it)

But most of you, I don't really think you can ingest this (I don't think you can)

I just got way too many plans invested (yeah, yeah)

I should probably stop writing until my motherfuckin' hand is rested (yeah, yeah)

Plot twist, bitch I'm ambidextrous

I'm hungry as fuck like a damn anorexic

Spittin' sick shit and got the whole track infected

I'mma have a bitch so bad, and she precious

You still not catchin' the vibe?

That's okay man, just give it some time

One day all of this'll make sense (yeah)

This the flow that gon' have my fam' behind a gate fence (ayy)

And like I said, if you gon' try to block my fuckin' path

I'mma kill you and your family and I won't feel bad (for real)

Cause I'm ready to give everything I fuckin' have (I'm ready)

To make an entire livin' off these fuckin' raps

Yo, I'm grindin' every day, it's hard for me to sleep (it's hard)

Tryna get my bearings right, got no time for defeat (nope)

The wheels turnin' in my brain bout how to compete (yessir)

So I can carve my name right next to the elites

Yeah, fuck all of you sittin' there doubtin'

Half of you say you want success but ain't really bout it (you ain't)

That ain't the type of people I like to surround with (nah)

Use some defrost on your vision cause that shit is clouded

Bells ringin', Hell's freezin' (ayy)

Ayy, it's my time to blow (for real)

Birds singin' while I'm dreamin' (ayy)

Sellin' out the shows

I'm fiendin' for the weekend (ayy)

No more bein' broke

Barely streamin', fans are leavin' (woo)

But I'mma make it though

Yeah, that's how you murder a mo'fuckin' beat

Can't even believe it with you silly mo'fuckers

You don't know what passion is

You don't know the grind

Fuck outta here, bitch