Текст песни Make It. - Christon Gray feat. JGivens

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Church, órale

These Pharisees and Sadducees
They be so sad, you see
I stole that joke from my dad
Given so savagely
And on my mama, I'm don't know if Obama
Is gonna Trump Donald
I shouldn't, but I wanna leave
But since I shouldn't but I wanna I been on a leave
That be that maple leaf
Shabby don't manage me
That be that family tree
Go call your family, go see your family
Where are my Benz keys?
I got a computer, a Uber
I'm a shooter
A 6'2 in middle schooler singin' hallelujah
I split a cactus cooler with my brother
They thought he was my kid
And I was just bumpin' Luda, bumpin' Luda
I was dunkin' in the eighth grade
And I hated Tim Duncan in the eighth grade
Kobe was number eight
And super low key I would fail cause I thought I'd go to hell
And had nobody to tell
Oh, well

They say life is what you make it
So I made it into a playlist
No time for being jaded
I'm fine with being famous
They say life is what you make it
So I made it into a playlist
I'm so tired of being shaded
But, I'm fine with being patient

Please don't ever ask if I love my wife
I still wear my ring in my other life
Leave the fifty shades to the other guy
Rappers get a taste and they wanna bite
Ever since I clashed with the top dog
Sayin' that I had some girls with they tops off
Now they sayin', "Chris, what you got for us?"
I keep the good stuff in the Tom Drawer
Every verse is like a journal entry
I got in the game when I was turning fifteen
We in the safehouse and they burnin' with me
It's a new code of ethics, better learn quickly
I am in my own lane stuck in traffic
Tell Mya this is all for her if something happens
I ain't savin' y'all from tappin' like Savion
I put J in the game 'cause y'all been playin' wrong

They say life is what you make it
So I made it into a playlist
I'm so tired of being shaded
But I'm fine, I'm being patient
They say life is what you make it
So I made it into a playlist
Aye Christian, you better tape it (that's Christian)
Aye, you fine with being famous?
I'm so fine with being famous

And I never really charge for a feature
Cause everything starts with a feature
And I would never starve for a feature
Now, that's how you charge for a feature
You send your hottest bars and pray that they don't delete 'em
Delete 'em before you meet 'em
That's what pops would sayBut my
First week numbers got me pocket change
I'm just sayin' that it seems that we're not prepared
And now, I ain't got no options there
W-word on the streets is they got options there
But I'm just checkin', makin' sure the paperwork is fair
Oh, wait a minute Mr. Postman, the merch was there
Send it international 'cause the church is there
And now hold up
The church beware,
Some people claimin' titles that they shouldn't have
I met her like I want her, but I shouldn't have
I could see the future in her eyes, but I'm lookin' back
Whole time prayin' I ain't walkin' down a crooked path

They say life is what you make it
So I made it into a playlist
J, you fine with being famous?
Thank God for being famous