I gotta make it
I gotta make it even if heaven or hell
I gotta make it i gotta make it
I gotta make it

K-k-keep blinking as my mind flash
Right cash, pretty girls nice ass
This bitch is bad
I dream of pockets full of bands
But none at hand
Take pictures at the dealership
One day I'll buy that, bitch
Moving fast, girl get on my lap
Wish on a star on everything he asked
Whenever there's trouble, viola
Make the fingers snap no magic out the hat
Tell baby bye bye, I'm never coming back

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell
I gotta make it even if heaven or hell
I gotta make it even if heaven or hell
I gotta make it i gotta make it

Never stop seeing violence
Only stopping they'll do is for sirens
Loudmouths get silenced
I should riddle what I've seen
Community grief for thinking you clean
They will drag you muddy from your feet
OGs mix Can coke with the Henny
OMG, put miles on caprice
So that their mouths could feed
They live through me i'm the closest to TV
Who told you to change the channel?
I was watching, remote please
Niggas want what they can't have
This life will let you touch
Things that you can't grab
Explain it when you buried man
Until then, I take off and then I land
I'll be goddamned

Heaven, hell is it really real?
Would you give your life for this life?

Time is ticking for you lab rats
And I'm a chemist with this mental
This is not rap bitch, I don't even laugh
Bitch, you can miss me with that gavel-jab
All you judge jury niggas just a fake act
I'm somewhere getting my stage on
Black super shades on hey y'all, aye y'all
Someone turn they swag on
I'm off the wrong road
So don't follow me home
You gotta learn how to walk on your own

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Writer(s): HERB AZOR, M. OLIVER, STEVE AZOR