Make It Out

Look, bags under my eyes but still I came out on top

I just seen twelve, three times I ain't closing down shop

Upgrade all of my pistols, all my glocks, come with a mop

And my plug ain't have the work I want, so I'm holding out

My mama taught me better, can't give a bitch

The benefit of the doubt

Thought they love me and my city why them boys ain't shout me out

Cause these niggas shot out

They probably want my spot, cause my thigh pads steady bulging out

My dawg want the wells and the Chevy's

Bring them he gon' smack them now

Lotto take the bags, you know I'm running ground and pound