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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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