Lyrics Make It Out (feat. Dad & Bishop Luciano) - Bon Wavi

Whats the problem with niggas that's at the bottom
It seem like they rotten they lost themselves for the stardom
Niggas don't wanna support unless you plugging or endorse em'
Same nigga from before but now I provide the plates and forks
We gotta eat
Lost a friend this summer gotta tell her Rest In Peace
These niggas cold blooded in the streets
I'm just tryna get this money with my team
Climbing to the top with cinder blocks on my feet
Man they tryna keep me down
They see a young king and they wanna take his crown
See you fighting through the storm and they praying that you drown
Them niggas clowns and they'll never make it out
See I'll never understand it's too much talent in the town
Matter of fact within my fam alone
Ever look up and notice you was in the jam alone
Keep my family close so I don't ever have to stand-alone
These streets is like a jungle start to feel like Indiana Jones

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out

This shit crazy how we really came from nothing
Them long nights was really hurting our stomach
Going for it on fourth, the pressure on he gone punt it
I dropped the ball picked it up and ran my fumble back
I lost my pops that was something I had to stomach
Hit 'em with the devil my pride kill me 'fore I run from it
Right or wrong said Ceddrelle Ima ride for 'em
Raimone and Bishop ain't it crazy how we start this label
I pray to god money never turn us Cain or Abel
Money the root of all evil learned that at granny table
Pray for his son his mama gone and he disabled
Life's hard and all you see is hands at the table
Provide for my family nigga long as I'm able
If my dog need it then we never counting favors
Nike and Herman I could never repay y'all for that favor
Family Over Everything it's more than a label

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out

I wake up my gun in my hand
Ima do all that I can
Till money clips holding my bands
Hermès belt holding my pants
Foreign bitch toes in the sand
Putting more dough in my hands
Sloppy get topped in the Benz
Flying in more of her friends
Gotta remember to focus on your bag lil nigga
Fuck the hoes and partying so you can pass lil niggas
I remember niggas didn't have my back go figure
I was adjusted to fucking wit all these broke ass niggas
How could I let my self be surrounded by all these people
Tightened up my circle now it's smaller than a peephole
Im acting broke like what money? bitch I feel like Debo
Ima take ya lunch money, cause my niggas gotta eat tho
In this game tryna make it out like I cannot see so
I'm lookin Left Down Up Right Left for the cheat code
I feel it in the air Beanie Siegel
Diamonds dancing just like Neo
Bishop I don't preach tho

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out

The crazy thing that's makes me sick
Is we all could be filthy rich
But we running circles around
Instead of hurdling out
Instead of throwing the towel
I'll bring us outta the drought
I'm with my family right now
We looking to make it out