Make it

I told my granny that I'm gonna make it so she gotta chill

I know you worried bout a job, but at least I'm not up on some pills

At least I'm doing what I love, and making music bout my feels

I tell myself I'm not enough, cause I ain't never touched a mill

Dropped out of school now I'm focused on rapping

Two years I've been grinding music and ain't nothing big happen

And that's where all of my doubt come from

And mom I hope you proud of your son

Coming home and it's dirty dishes, waking up then we evicted

Now I'm feeling like I'm a victim, see your mom's cry that's a different feeling