MAKE IT BACK lyrics
by BIGBABYGUCCI
[Chorus]
It's so much evil in this world, I just pray I make it back
Can't believe where I am, I make a livin' off rap
All facts, I can't even call back
I be tryna press bye but I tend to fall back
My b*tch all that, got a face and a back
And I'm faced with a mask, you ain't safe, get a strap
Long sleeves and shorts, get ready for cold summer
You ain't even notice but, n*gga, ya' nose runnin'
Fresher than a deli, my n*ggas be cold-cuttin'
Gotta keep it low, these b*tches, they know nothin'
Feelin' like a nose, I'm ready to blow somethin'
I been on this road alone, just soul-surfin'
Gettin' to the bread and thе cheese and the broccoli
Feds at yo' door, you'll prolly fold, prolly
[Verse]
Highеr than a high-five, sweeter than a Hi-C
n*ggas ain't got no swag so they just copy
b*tch on my phone, just leave me alone
I'm just tryna get this bag and just make it back home for real
How many n*ggas that'll fold 'cause a deal?
I'll lose it all, get it back by myself
sh*t, I almost expired, tryna put me on the shelf
n*gga, I was drowning, I ain't even call for help
And I swear it don't affect me
I just float over the beat like a Jet Ski
I'm just waiting for God to come select me
Then I'm goin' home, resurrecting
Bae, what's goin' on? Don't tempt me
I been gettin' too high, I hope you feel me
I be prayin' and hoping that this the real thing
'Cause I know they hate, they envy
[Chorus]
It's so much evil in this world, I just pray I make it back
Can't believe where I am, I make a livin' off rap
All facts, I can't even call back
I be tryna press bye but I tend to fall back
My b*tch all that, got a face and a back
And I'm faced with a mask, you ain't safe, get a strap
Long sleeves and shorts, get ready for cold summer
You ain't even notice but, n*gga, ya' nose runnin'
Fresher than a deli, my n*ggas be cold-cuttin'
Gotta keep it low, these b*tches, they know nothin'
Feelin' like a nose, I'm ready to blow somethin'
I been on this road alone, just soul-surfin'
Gettin' to the bread and the cheese and the broccoli
Feds at yo' door, you'll prolly fold, prolly