Make It Out Lyrics

Look, one second while I tie my shoes One second, let me count my blues

Niggas hate me for the hoes I choose Swear to God, it feel like deja vu

Everything I do be magnified Feel like everything went black when daddy

Died Nigga, long as moms straight, I'm satisfied

Nigga had so much hate, I set aside Cause niggas want better vibes

Sis called, she told me she's sad lately Bills high, she think about downgrading

Told her when I get on, we all made it Like I'm blocking the sun, we all shaded

Probably posted with Tim, we ball faded We been working so hard, we all jaded

I'm just speaking the real, it's all game I'm just hoping you niggas feeling the same

Cause I'm trying to make it out If they ain't talkin bout money, nigga, tell me what

It's about If we talkin bout money, then I'm with it, it

Ain't a doubt No fake, no bull, no stress, no clout

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Yeah, give a fuck about your past, what you used to do

Tell a bitch to wipe me down like I'm Boosie Boo

Phat pheezy ain't a lie, he the fucking truth Niggas asking who I am, who the fuck is you

Nigga fucking up my program Like a sandwich, I get cheese and go ham

And pass it to the bro-ham Bitches in my DM's saying she try'n blow him

And she don't even know him, for real I mean, I'm something like that nigga though

Bust her down and have her working on Figuero She was fucking a lame, bitches, it's pitiful

Then I taught her the game, now she a centerfold, She was rocking that silver, I put her in the gold

I mean, that's fly shit, bitches say I'm toxic And all I do is pop shit, probably in the tropics

With a baddie who topless, now tell me who gon' stop this

Because I'm tryna make it out

If they ain't talk'n bout money, nigga, tell me what it's about

If we talkin bout money, then I'm with it, it ain't a doubt

No fake, no bull, no stress, no clout

Right