paroles de chanson Make It Out - Cashmir

I was on the come up
Had to many people around me
Thinking back on memories them niggas wasn't down for me
Pain you talking soul taking can breathe but you speechless
So cold off these streets he asked the judge can you repeat this
I ain't been fucking wit my bitch
I ain't been fucking wit my nigga
Dat cell was so damn cold I had a coat an still would shiver
I been making my way out
I been building my self up
I been counting up dem racks
I been drowning out my cup
When you alone all by yourself I think that pain hit harder
I don't know the outcome of life if I really had a father
Would I be somewhere behind a desk
Or would my phone ring harder
70 grand gone in 3 days they think I lost my marbles
Ain't never been no cap in me
It's always get up sap wit me
It's always been a couple k's a couple glocks an Macs wit me
Its always been that nigga lost it all an got it back wit me
It always been like damn that lol nigga got them racks wit me
It's always been like damn that lil niggas move dem packs wit me
Bitches on my dick they love this shit I keep a sack wit me
Nigga mad cause his bitch fucking that shit wack to me
Put them blessing in a bag an put it in the trap wit me
I gave these niggas an these bitches
To much curtosity time
I went gold off in that trap I know my worth I won't sign
When I'm fucking with that perk
I drill her shit she could never lie
Niggas lying on that cases saying they real
But doing short time