Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamil Burch
Songwriter
Lyrics
Man, I been feelin' like I gotta make it now bro
Like me and my niggas gotta make it now
This shit is gettin' to crazy bro
(Hmm Hmmmm)
Feel like we gotta make it now, and no we don't gotta choice
So many people from my city, but we don't gotta voice
I come from where poverty common and the murder rate high
Check the numbers for my city, you either get caged or die
But I guess that's just how it goes we livin' the system's plot
Most nights I look up in the sky and I ask God for a shot
He say son you gotta work hard you won't be given a lot
Feel like I don't thank you enough for this here life that I got
Cuz it taught to stay focused and stay on top of your grind
And you just Gotta be patient till It's your time to shine
Hopefully one day, my brother don't gotta carry a glock
He could flip it and use the bread to reinvest it in stock
Which life I wanna live it's gettin' harder to pick
School route or hustle hard? might have to ride with a stick
Thinkin' bout how I'm bouta get this fuckin school paid
Just talked to Og, she can't keep paying these dues late
Ain't got no AC so it's bouta be a heat day
Fuck all that talking chase that guap just like a relay
I know Just what I gotta do to stop the rainy days
But right now, Imma spark this blunt and take the pain away
Feel like we gotta make it now, and no we don't gotta choice
So many people from my city, but we don't gotta voice
I come from where poverty common and the murder rate high
Check the numbers for my city, you either get caged or die
But I guess that's just how it goes we livin' the system's plot
Most nights I look up in the sky and ask God for a shot
He say son you gotta work hard you won't be given a lot
Feel like I don't thank you enough for this here life that I got
Writer(s): Jamil Burch
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