Lyrics Make It Far (feat. Eugene) - Ernie feat. Eu Gene

Eugene, could you pass the champagne please? I really need to make a toast
To the nay sayers, yeah

See, I never thought I'd make it this far
I used to take the bus but now I drive my own car
Lambo, shooting haters like I'm Rambo
And I'm running out of ammo
Started off small like the Nano
Now I'm on the beach with some bitties in my sandals

Getting tan though, drinking out the handle
Haters can't see me cause I blend in with the camo
Staying so lit like a candle
And these bitches ain't nothing that I can't handle
In a manshion, pretty girls dancing
Murdering the beat like my name was Charles Manson
Bulge in my pants expanding, damn it
Cameras all on me but I'm tryna keep it candid

Light skin reaction, I'm back into rapping
Cleaning up haters with my motherfucking napkin
You're slacking, your whole entire team is just acting
I'm packing, you don't want to fuck with the captain
Well I made it happen, you said that I wouldn't
Entered the game when you said that I couldn't
I knew that I could but you didn't believe
Now all these rappers are stealing my steeze

I'm coming in hard while you're mowing my yard
I got a couple mates now I'm going real far
I bought a new car, a house, and a boat
You couldn't buy my universal remote
Your crossing the mote and I hope that you fall
Alligators, water dragons, and all
I'm making a hall, headed up to the top
This game is in need of a king with the guap
Benjamins coming in, they never stop
Breaking the rules, run away from the cops
Never been caught cause I lace up my shoes
They told me to freeze but that's not what I do
Running away with a bottle of booze
[?] they hadn't a clue
I took a deep and at that point I knew
The life of a rapper's the life that I choose

See me around, I'm rocking the crown
Everyone knows I'm the king of the town
Come and get down, they call me "Your highness"
Ladies around me but only the finest
Not even trying, they say I'm the best
Blessings on blessings on blessings, I'm blessed
Tuck in my shirt every time I get dressed
Cold on the track like the Polar Express

Lyrically we're the best team in the game
Copping these bottles and popping champagne
Rocking these chains, flying to Spain
Spitting the fire, that Flocka, that flame
Ahead of the game while you're stuck in reverse
Froze up on the track, you forgot to rehearse
Couldn't be worse, now you are finished
(How much money do you make?)
It's none of your business

I make a lot and these haters are jealous
Stacking this paper, no need to embelish
I am rebelous, do what I want
Jumping through fire and pulling these stunts
Living my life and I don't need permission
Making this music just so you could listen
Bought a new house, a boat, and a car
And you told me I couldn't make it this far