Album on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Track 4 on I Just Got A Lot On My Shoulders
Hope You Make It Lyrics
[Intro]
For safety, it’ll turn out bad if you try to play me
She might get killed, he might get hit up (Hope you make it)
[Chorus]
In my section, we keep sticks for safety
It’ll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it, mm (We sell dope to make it)
I pray to God, I just hope you make it (I just hope you make it)
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But this cutter came automatic, how we brought it out the box
I told my five I ain’t have nobody, he said it’s lonely at the top
I told him, “My nigga, that’s real, I’m gon’ keep my head in a box, I’m gon’ focus”
[Verse 1]
How many kids you got to feed, gangsta? I feel ya, nigga
Trappеd out in the spot house with them bangеrs ’cause it’s real, nigga
It’s hard, but make it through, I know you will, nigga
Let ’em talk behind your back, you gon’ come up, and that I feel nigga
Grandma say, “Baby, all you need is faith as a mustard seed,” mm
I say, “Grandma, yeah, my faith bigger than a
watermelon or a peach,” yeah, yeah, yeah
He played you like a ho, by nighttime,
mask down and knock him off
That’s how we raised, that’s on Lil Dave, put shit in graves
Should sell it to you, nah, he gon’ wait outside
(Baow) and take your face
How the fuck you gon’ comment on me at the top?
I earned it and I made it
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[Chorus]
In my section, we keep sticks for safety (For safety)
It’ll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me (Play me)
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it, mm (Sell cocaine)
I pray to God, I just hope you make it (Hope you make it out)
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But this cutter came automatic, how we brought it out the box
I told my five I ain’t have nobody, he said it’s lonely at the top
I told him, “My nigga, that’s real, I’m gon’
keep my head in a box, I’m gon’ focus”
[Verse 2]
Steady gettin’ my head dirty, I’m gettin’ loaded (Oh, I)
Aston Martin straight off the lot or buy a Lotus
I say, “My mama, I got a Glock, I got a .45 by the couch”
You come in here, better be on it, with all this money in here
Takin’ care of the whole Northside if not even they kin to me
Take them sticks, we load up, ride, and murder all our enemies
Sellin’ verses like a young nigga gotta put ten a key (Woah, woah)
I’m made out concrete, here to stay, it ain’t no endin’ me (No, no)
[Refrain]
We’ve been flashin’ out with these Glocks
Yeah, twelve murders we done pulled off in twelve months, yeah
Pussy nigga with all that stuntin’ gon’ end up dead (Yeah)
They gon’ find you with a bullet shot straight to your head (Baow)
We’ve been flashin’ out with these Glocks
Yeah, twelve murders we done pulled off in twelve months, yeah
Pussy nigga with all that stuntin’ gon’ end up dead
They gon’ find you with a bullet shot straight to your head
[Outro]
In my section, we keep sticks for safety
It’ll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it
I pray to God, I just hope you make it