Make It Out lyrics

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n*ggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, sh*t’s so f*cked up
Young project n*gga I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 1]
They wanna see you do good but never better than them
Can’t put your trust in these n*ggas, no, no
And there ain’t no new friends
I’m with my bros to the end and I’m talkin’ 10 years or better so
We on a mission, got to get it, seen a lot of thousands, now I need millions
I’m on a whole another vibe, ridin’ hard I’m just livin’ my life
Sacrificing, put the love to the side, for the money, go hard every night
A lot of these n*ggas be mad, ‘cause they ain’t in your situation
A lot of these n*ggas ain’t real, it’s a whole lot of favors
My hand gettin’ this bag, had the same chances ain’t take them
And nobody gave me a lane, sh*t, I had to create one
You n*ggas like Tyson, swagger jackin’ doin’ whole lot of bitin’
I know that you’re feelin’ my sound
With the wordplay I’m one of the nicest
Ain’t too many n*ggas like me
Ain’t too many n*ggas like me
I’m on a paper route, young n*gga got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n*ggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, sh*t’s so f*cked up
Young project n*gga I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah

[Verse 2]
They do a lot of pretendin’, they don’t wanna see you winnin’
Two years later you progressin’, they still stuck at beginnings
A lot of these n*ggas be trippin’, sneak dissin’ over b*tches
Acting hard but ain’t with it, fall on their mans and be snitchin’
Still swag on their ass, got a bag on their ass
I don’t really like to brag, know I make a n*gga mad
It’s a shame baby hatin’, you see the looks up on their faces
When you winnin’ they ain’t clappin’, some of your friends distractions
Do a whole lot of askin’, when it’s time gear they be crabbin’
They just mad I’m from the same city
And you out here makin’ moves and they still bullsh*ttin’, yeah
I’m from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Got to keep that iron c*cked, it ain’t no safety
Rockin’ shades to hide the pain, I’m still doin’ my thang
I’m on a paper route, young n*gga got to make it out

[Chorus]
I come from a city where a lot of us don’t make it
Not because we sorry, but our dreams we’re scared to chase it
And n*ggas sing your songs, but when they see you mug and hatred
And ain’t nobody fakin’, throwin’ guns for their city
Yeah yeah, sh*t’s so f*cked up
Young project n*gga I’m just tryin’a get my bucks up
They got me f*cked up
Own people tryin’a take me out, before I make it out, yeah