Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Nanguy
Songwriter
Anthony Mulvine
Songwriter
Lyrics
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
See a chance and it's mine
Send some shots hit his spine
Then the bullet had fucked up his mind
Feds hit the crib just to see what they find
Fentanyl with the Wockhardt
Need a car with the push start
Remember the days had no heart
Pockets fat like Paul Blart
I jumped off the porch
Eighteen with no remorse
It's running it course
I'm a get mine you better get yours
Mama had me doing my chores
Just a young nigga sweeping up floors
Getting the money I need it
Getting this money I'm greedy
People think I'm conceited
Losing cases defeated
Bro got the deal
It's safe to safe that a young nigga pleading
I send them to God
But young nigga knew I was a demon
Them odd nights
Young nigga just trynna make even
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
Had a chance but I took it
Niggas ran niggas booked it
Watch the way that u lookin
My niggas bussing yea they cooking
We in the kitchen for real
And we out in the field
Niggas told me get my weight up
Niggas told me get my weight up
Beat a nigga face up
Yea I came from the struggle had nothing to eat
Saying sorry to mom cuz I'm tied to the streets
Got some Balenciaga I keep for the freaks
If that pussy don't pop I bet not hear a peep
And Look at Lil Pesos he doing his dance
I'm loving this money
I grind for these bands
These Niggas they talking
These Niggas is fans
He think that we cool but it's static instead
Running down on him it's bands on his head
I kill him and pray to the Vatican man
Lil mama keep shaking her ass on the bed
Play wit Matt Pesos he blasting again
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Roll up a blunt and I face it
I see a chance and I take it
I see a chance and I take it
They ain't believe I would make it
They ain't believe I would make it
Make it
Writer(s): Matthew Nanguy
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