paroles de chanson Make It Out - Friyie feat. F.I.L.A.

They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
No way

Young nigga make a killing 'fore he make a million
Young children turn to men, imagine how the bill ends
Fuck your feelings, where I'm from, no, ain't a thing forgiven
Self sufficient, gotta get it in these parts we live in
All this pain a nigga feeling, got me numb to it
Facing problems, never running from, I run through it
And if it come to it, you know I came with it
I'm still at it if the package on me ain't finished

I'ma stay the same,
I promise, never changing up
All these racks and all these boulders got me waiting up
All this weight up on my shoulders, Glock be waiting up
How we living, ain't no feelings but the pain with us
Ninety-nine more problems
Still these hundreds ain't enough
I can't put faith into the streets
Because there ain't no love
See that pack and watch a nigga, man, he ain't with us
I'm on the road, I gotta get it, but I'm...
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums

Home running like I'm playing for the Major League, ayy
Road running, ain't no red lights, mmh
Now I'm jumping like Carter (Vince)
Now I'm jumping like the Carter
Home running like I'm playing for the Major League, ayy
Road running, ain't no red lights, mmh
Now I'm jumping like Carter
Now I'm jumping like the Carter

They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
No way

Blessings, I learn my lessons through these intersections
Flexing, streets is watching, have to keep protection
Conceal the weapons, on them blocks, anybody can get it
The city where nothin' was nice
Them corners where nothin' was given
To make it out was our only route,
Proceed with caution
Knew some niggas talking greazy
Before the streets divorced 'em
And we lost 'em
Same year as rappers had Wraith for Austin
Wins and losses
Just the numbers, we ain't with the talking
No discretions, ain't no love in the West End
Growing up n the same blocks youngins was getting left in
Where they vanish every summer
'Cause the place is full of gunners
I'm just stayin' above water 'til they try to pull me under
They hypnotized with hatred
Always hating on the come-up
Even your friends'll snake you,
Motivated through the colors
Went from nickel diming the foreign whips
The seats reclining
Had to keep it quiet 'cause where I'm from,
They move in silence

They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, no way
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
Shit, make it out the slums
They don't wanna see a youngin make it out
No way