Make The News Lyrics

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Hi, I'm Cindy here with your local news

Today our focus turns to Austin, Texas, in the Travis County Courthouse

Where Z, also known as ThatManZ737

Is being charged with theft of a stolen weapon, Possession of a stolen weapon, Possession of marijuana greater than 4 ounces and Man/deal-controlled substance

Today we will see if he will walk away hands clean

Yeah

They still hatin' on me

I'm makin' money

Ayy, ayy, look,

let's go back to my past and let's talk about that shit

Thought I was really gon' be doin' that motherfuckin' six

Then the judge came back and he said, boy, you better listen

Don't ever get caught up in them trenches fuckin' slippin

And I said, yes sir, your honor, just please, don't give me that sentence

Or I'll beg you, hit my knees, I don't need to be up in that shit

I need to go back to trappin', let me tell you what that shit really fuckin' means

Yeah, what does that mean?

Had to switch my life up and I had to break that seam

Had to tell these people that this shit ain't really a dream

Have to make it happen and I have to make it seem

Like I never wanted to do it, so I have to prove

To these people that I don't really, really have a clue

Shit is kinda sad, cause I know that they'll be glad

If I really fall off and I don't make it, that's sad

Everybody wonderin' why I really did it

Let me tell you why I really wanted to beat them critics

Have to make it up, give it all back to the fam

Why is everybody still out there just wonderin'

Everybody out here wonderin' why I just really did this shit

Made it to the top and I made them learn this shit quick

That I'm never gonna stop, never gonna flop to the bottom

Everybody say, holy shit, this kid has really met his stardom

Yeah, told y'all that last album, hope y'all just ready

When I drop this next one, everything's gon' be real heavy

Heavy on the drugs, heavy on what I'm really doin

Everybody gon' be like, oh my God, he pursued it

Let's go back to my past and let's talk about that shit

Thought I was really gon' be doin' that motherfuckin' six

Then the judge came back and he said, boy, you better listen

Don't ever get caught up in them trenches fuckin' slippin

And I said, yes sir, your honor, just please

Don't give me that sentence or I'll beg you, hit my knees

I don't need to be up in that shit, I need to go back to trappin

Let me tell you what that shit really fuckin' means

Yeah, what does that mean

Had to switch my life up and I had to break that seam

Had to tell these people that this shit ain't really a dream

Have to make it happen and I have to make it seem

Like I never wanted to do it, so I have to prove

To these people that I don't really have a clue

Shit is kinda sad, cause I know that they'll be glad

If I really fall off and I don't make it, that's sad