Lyrics Made It In USA - Slowed Down - French Montana

A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted
And millions of dollars worth of heroin and fentanyl taken off the streets
I can't make it anymore (uh)
(We gon' make it, we gon' make it) the indictments times the overdose deaths reached record levels
We gon' make it more
We gon' make it, we gon' make it

Watching the clock, standing on the block with dime bags
Asking Allah, "Is my time coming or my time passed?" (More)
Dope Boys, European cars flying past (we gon' make it)
Pressure had me drinking Henny through her wine glass (more)
In and out of court, trying to send me for a long time

Suicide thoughts, but all you could see is your son's eyes (more)
Staring at my demons eye-to-eye (we gon' make it)
Plus shawty want the time (more)
Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide
So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come-up

Plus the opps tryna slide, I get cozy, I get done-up (more)
The son about to come for the love, they'll leave you wide open (we gon' make it)
Caught my homie at his b- crib and left him with his eyes open (more)
South Bronx, no joke, more money, more smoke (more)

Don't choke bitches, have you burning bridges, no boat (we gon' make it)
All l my problems over hoes (more)
Tried to keep them, but they belong to the open road, my heart so below
I stole work from my cousin, we was slanging crack (more)
I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back

I told you my mama found the work, you believed me (we gon' make it)
Took that money, bought my own work, we was greasy
If you ain't stab, they stabbing you, anything for capital
Left our heart full of poison, we gave it to the avenue (more)
You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way (we gon' make it)
Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, han

We gon' make it, we gon' make it (more, oh)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (we gon' make it more, oh)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (more)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (we gon' make it more, oh)

I can't take it anymore (this is nearly 40 pounds of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl)
I tried (we gon' make it more)
Tears of joy I cried (has an estimated street value of five million dollars)
Joy I cried (authorities confiscated the drugs, paraphernalia and a fake ID last month)
Ooh, Bible never told you 'bout the beast, 'bout the beast (we gon' make it more)

God, you took the soul out of me, soul out of me
We love the sun by the coast, by the east, by the east (more)
Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets

We gon' make it (definitely breaking the supply chain)
More (and the people who are operating at this level)
Ooh, more (have some unique connections to have access)
We gon' make it more

(Coke Boy, baby)