Make It Out - $tupid Young, Yatta

Yeah

Let’s take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around

Let’s take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around

I was stuck up in that system, make it out

Stuck up in these streets, yeah, I can’t take it out

That’s two things that I can’t, yeah

Let’s take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around

Stuck in the system, I’m feeling like I can’t make it out

My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can’t take it out

Money and family, that’s two things that I can’t play about

And we ain’t shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down

And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn’t playin' 'round

And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain’t make a sound

They tryna lock my niggas up, I’m tryna break 'em out

I’m tired of losing all my niggas to the chain gang

Your nigga get smoked, my nigga go to jail, that ain’t the same pain

One of mine could get touched, then we tryna slide the same day

If I ever leave my heat, I’m going back like Dwyane Wade

I told her I might eat her pussy 'cause she lightskinned

That ho left me with a woody like Buzz Lightyear

I see money in my future, I’m a psychic

I’ma whack your hands, dawg, like I’m Mike Vick

Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us

Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust

Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up

Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts

Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us

Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust

Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up

Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts, yeah, yeah

Let’s take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around

Stuck in the system, I’m feeling like I can’t make it out

My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can’t take it out

Money and family, that’s two things that I can’t play about

And we ain’t shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down

And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn’t playin' 'round

And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain’t make a sound

They tryna lock my niggas up, I’m tryna break 'em out

12 tryna frame me, build a case, and make up a story

'Cause they know Young be out here ridin' 'round with them 40s

They know a felon with a pistol, prison mandatory

But I ain’t worried, got a lawyer, dropped a bag on Nory

And niggas say they want features but these rappers boring

They try to let me listen to it, I just catch me snoring

I drop a tape, now your boy finally out here touring

But I was just on an opp block and I was scoring

Funny how life can change on you real quick

Fake niggas act like killers, they ain’t kill shit

And I ain’t got my passport, but on some real shit

Ever since my niggas died, I swear I took that guilt trip

Now a young nigga grindin' 'til I’m ballin'

Fake bitches act like they be fallin'

Niggas who I didn’t fuck with started callin'

Nah, I ain’t Nipsey, but a nigga goin' all in

Let’s take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around

Stuck in the system, I’m feeling like I can’t make it out

My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can’t take it out

Money and family, that’s two things that I can’t play about

And we ain’t shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down

And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn’t playin' 'round

And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain’t make a sound

They tryna lock my niggas up, I’m tryna break 'em out