Lyrics What U Make It - mbf dae

I'm just a little bit more like, they say life is too late
I'm just a little bit more like, they say life is what you make it
I'm just a little bit more like, I'm just a little bit more like

I cheated then she cheated, is it wrong to say I hate her?
Could've took that case for blood, you know you wrong, he was on paper
Bro fucked up the drill, bouncing out too early, he ain't got no pace
She tryna trap me, tell my babies, lil' bitch, please, I know she faking
Cuz was doing good, don't trust shit that they saying they let him die
Ain't no eye for eye, we killing all, let's promise, no lie
See these diamonds 'round my neck, I grab my chain 'fore I grab a tie
Fuck the 22nd, you know when big bro died, we came right back

I got my head on, I'm fighting with my Ms 'til I resign
So yeah, I was 14 with a FN on the Trey, I miss them times
Then we rock on, but all he ever wanted was dollar signs
Traumatized from all them calls, I feel bad news, I press decline

She got bad Neo got hit, I seen Red, I was trynablitz him
Might as well call me Nature Boy, I was fresh as fuck, bounce down in Rics
Dude was too fast, so he got a trip, don't kill my dawg, that's who I'm with
And we might pop out on the 6th, no, I got trouble bro got a nicked
They say life is what you make it, I'ma kick it with you later
Tryna catch up to my dogs, you better tie your shoelace
Bae, I hit, I got you waiting, I'll jump in your pool later
I say, bae, I got you waiting, I'll jump in your pool later

I cheated then she cheated, is it wrong to say I hate her?
Could've took that case for blood, you know you wrong, he was on paper
Bro fucked up the drill, bouncing out too early, he ain't got no pace
She tryna trap me, tell my babies, lil' bitch, please, I know she faking
Cuz was doing good, don't trust shit that they saying they let him die
Ain't no eye for eye, we killing all, let's promise, no lie
See these diamonds 'round my neck, I grab my chain 'fore I grab a tie
Fuck the 22nd, you know when big bro died, we came right back

I got my head on, I'm fighting with my Ms 'til I resign
So yeah, I was 14 with a FN on the Trey, I miss them times
Then we rock on, but all he ever wanted was dollar signs
Traumatized from all them calls, I feel bad news, I press decline

I was tryna blitz him
My side wrist
God is my witness
I'ma catch you later, better tie your shoelace
The pool later, your pool later