Lyrics

I just I just I just made it out, we on a better route Heard his goofy ass was telling He ain't make it out, he ain't make it out I just made it out, we on a better route Heard his goofy ass was telling He ain't make it out Got some niggas lost up in the system never coming out Remember sleeping cold on the floor tryna change my mind I stg I'm lost up in time tryna make it out Momma told me always you're back cause they gon hate you Seeing shit up in my dreams I'm afraid to fall asleep Bad bitch up in my inbox I hadda make her cream Chasing all theses blues banjis, Ian never have a thing Im steady On my ps and qs can't let theses niggas take me I know my momma stressin about my situation lately Bitch I'm tryna stack this cheese ion want no baby The demon in my room, been talking to me lately With the Buffy's bust down with a bitch that acts just like cardi Brodie threw some crackers on the floor I thought somebody was shooting Momma told me boy you gotta stop, you always so Ruthless Man fuck you're Nigga, He ain't on shit They took his bricks, And his whip Im hearing voices that my homie tryna snake me out How you tranna snake me out I'm tranna make it out We going through the same thing we tranna be on top We could've made it together now you almost got pop Fucking with the opps, dirty money boyz bitch we on top I just made it out, we on a better route Heard his goofy ass was telling, he ain't make it out Got some niggas lost up in the system never coming out Remember sleeping cold on the floor tryna change my mind Momma told me always you're back cause they gon hate you If you ever diss on zae we gon spray on you Seeing shit up in my dreams I'm afraid to fall asleep Bad bitch up in my inbox I hadda make her cream Man fuck you're Nigga, He ain't on shit They took his bricks, And his whip Im hearing voices that my homie tryna snake me out How you tranna snake me out I'm tryna make it out We going through the same thing we tryna be on top We could've made it together now you almost got pop I just made it out, we on a better route I just made it out, we on a better route Heard his goofy ass was telling He ain't make it out Got some niggas lost up in the system never coming out Remember sleeping cold on the floor tryna change my mind
Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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