Текст песни Make My Way - TMM Ca$h Mani

Ma I'm working three jobs just to make sure we ain't hungry no more
But when I'm leaving you don't hug me nomore Ma how you feeling
You don't love me nomore and is you happy
When you see yo son come through the door or what
But we don't got to talk about it we can just roll a blunt and I remember
Chasing busses you would walk and I'd run, just to catch it for you
I love you ma I'm doing this to get the message to you remember
Me bringing breakfast to you and then I stopped I started leaving home
And staying out late on the block where it was dangerous
I ain't never like to text you back like I was fingerless I can't trust that nigga he a rat boy He can't hang with us Momma told me always watch my back
These niggas lame as fuck
They told me that the game was luck, she told me that the game was fucked
I had to make my own way to the front nobody came with us
When niggas started dissing over rap I almost gave it up
My niggas in the trenches and the trap so I went back at it
Knew if they was hating them I gotta be the best at it
Always super fly, my sister told me you a fresh addict Better than all the rest at it
I'm losing all my niggas I'm starting to feel like a death addict

My sister get the picture, that's my sis but that's my nigga
She know that her bro the realest, she puts me above them niggas
But listen girl fuck them niggas I promise to make a million
And take care of all yo children, that's just the way I was feeling
This just the gift I was given, your life and you got to live it
So go and hit the gym, hop on the gram post a pic again
And I'm gon be the first one to like it and show that smile
Because it ain't nothing like it so don't hide it
And when they hear this flow, them boys gonna bite it cuz they like it
And far as bitches go, they gon love me just for them riches
All the real niggas know that I could never save a hoe Occupied trynna save my soul Knocking so hard the neighbors know I bang
Don't call me your savior I like mis behaving with gang
And losing your niggas it's like mixing play dough with pain
Some shit I can't get over, roll dozja and Mary Jane I'm high as a plane
I'm super fly I ain't plain
Bitches they don't love me they won't the money, not into you
Don't fuck with them niggas they plotting trynna get rid of you
Dozja got me tired I'm nodding all in the interview
Flow restated it's syndical, at the top of my pinnacle I'm winning
Mani stacking his money up to the ceiling windows tented
When I ride in a foreign it's never rented bitch I live it
If you talking that street shit I'm really in it
Smoke a biscuit getting high off of reggie you smoking midget bitch