Made It Worse - Dave East, DJ Holiday

I don’t complain, I make it work

I know about pain, I make it work

I don’t complain, I make it work

I know about pain, I’m from the dirt

I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc

Sick of duckin' the cops

The money only made it worse

Money only made it worse

I just bought my bitch a purse

Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

I know how to make it work

They put my cousin on a shirt

I just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before I leave this earth

Now they asking me my worth, them niggas grass, I’m turf

Foreign drop on Crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt

I done played the backseat, only one thought, niggas gettin murked

I wake up and go to work, put my closest homie in a hearse

Taking pictures with my thumbs up, my baby momma hate my lifestyle

My lawyer told me put the guns up but he don’t understand my life wild

Blowin' racks up in Niketown, pray the plug bring the price down

I was on the phone with Neff, told him I’m in North, met him up in Nice Town

Blue faces, need 'em right now, Fear of God and Amiri mix

On point, like a pyramid, might catch a body while you hearing this

Look in my eyes and I’m serious, you Niggas is trash, period

Gettin' head in a Benz while I’m steering it, just make sure you don’t leave no

witnesses

Period

I don’t complain, I make it work

I know about pain, i’m from the dirt

I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc

Sick of duckin' the cops

The Money only made it worse

Money only made it worse

I just bought my bitch a purse

Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

I know how to make it work

They put my cousin on a shirt

I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth

Before I even leave the city, I got niggas telling me that I’m a legend

Before I went and got a car, before I got a crib, went and got a weapon

Free my Niggas in the state yard, when I talk I know that they get the messege

Treat the block like it’s Tetris, all this guap got her naked

Alotta niggas talking Drug Rap, honestly I never jack that

Couldn’t ask em where a pack at, Lord knows what’s in my backpack

I was in the projects, all the scammers, all the felons and the rats at

I don’t even get a cat nap, nightmares, me eating Jack Mack

Long nights in a cell, talk Dre-mac, 'til my nigga get back

Rafaello got my wrist wrapped, in a kitchen watching Pooch whip that

Buncha baggies in a zip-lock, only one thought, gotta get back

Baby brother got a good shot, price on ya head he gon' hit that, homie sit back

I don’t complain, I make it work

I know about pain, i’m from the dirt

I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc

Sick of duckin' the cops

The Money only made it worse

I just bought my bitch a purse

Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse

I know how to make it work

They put my cousin on a shirt

I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth