paroles de chanson Make It Home - Corey Patrick

Just to make it home
I almost sold my soul
Told her take it slow
I been on the road
Fucking with these hoes
I been on a roll
I'm still getting paid
For the shit I prayed
You still getting played
Fuck up out my way
Blessings everyday
This the life I made
(This the life I made)

Gucci on my feet
Guess who's underneath
Looking like some money
I know money all she sees
You know I got degrees
You know I got a doctrine in the subject
Keep it G
My money by the sleeve
I'm rolling like some weed
Your shawty on my team
I'm popping out so icy when I step out of the beam
Yeah she tryna see me nightly
Yeah I turned her to a fiend
My engine hella mean
My life is like a dream

Just to make it home
I almost sold my soul
Told her take it slow
I been on the road
Fucking with these hoes
I been on a roll
I'm still getting paid
For the shit I prayed
You still getting played
Fuck up out my way
Blessings everyday
This the life I made
(This the life I made)
Niggas is cap and false prophets
Claiming they lit when they not lit
Run through the bag
I don't drop it
Niggas is mad they can't stop this
They just upset cause they dog shit
Know who the one when I walk in
On my outline it in chalk shit
No Hugo I'm on my boss shit
Just to make it home
I almost sold my soul
Told her take it slow
I been on the road
Fucking with these hoes
I been on a roll
I'm still getting paid
For the shit I prayed
You still getting played
Fuck up out my way
Blessings everyday
This the life I made
(This the life I made)