Make Me (feat. Jr215)

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I've been plottin', I'm a plotter
Started with a little, need a lot of
In New York, keep me a knocker
Used to cut weight like boxers
And I'm a tank like Gervonta
Feel like I'm the next Kanye
Bitches actin' like Chrisean
But wanna be treated like Beyonce
I need that hov money, blue faces
I just talked to Clee, said he caught some new cases
Like a coin man, they all got two faces
A lot of people hate on the grind but I embrace it
Cause there's beauty in the struggle though
I still pray that my bro get off them bundles though
My dawg did so many drugs, fucked up his frontal lobe
But we grew up together so I still love him though
Sometimes don't know what my point is
I'm just sayin' that everybody got choices
Tryna build and they just wanna destroy it
Tryna go from Hooptie to Rolls Royces
But this all of this shit that gon' make me
Used to tell them I'm the one, looked at me crazy
Now it's trips to Bahamas, f*ck a AC
Still remember summers with no AC
Yeah this all of this shit that gon' make me
Used to tell them I'm the one, looked at me crazy
Now it's trips to Bahamas, f*ck a AC
Still remember summers with no AC
Ain't really playin' niggas close since my brother died
I keep that chopper by my side, can't be no homicide
You know the feeling of being torn and gotta pick a side
I tried best to get my dogs to see the other side
They ain't wanna see it, now they mothers out here grievin'
Sad part about it, niggas beefin' for no reason
My youngin' was 15, ain't play no sports but he was squeezin'
He was in that field, then got took out for the season
I know what it take to get a mill, that's why I'm lockin' in
Quit my 9 to 5, I knew I couldn't get it clockin' in
Somethin' like a storm when I drop, you can't stop the wind
Tried to share the ball but I ain't passin' up the rock again
I know that I'm here but it be feelin' like my soul left
Friendships divided, I ain't even got no bros left
They went against the grain, I guess we really got no codes left
Niggas sit and gossip, guess ain't really got no goals left
They all talk, but quit to judge a nigga when they move wrong
Bank account ain't heavy, you can't tell me how to move strong
They got in they feelings and they talk, they could've used phones
I got in my bag and made some bread ain't have to use loans nigga
But this all of this shit that gon' make me
Used to tell them I'm the one, looked at me crazy
Now it's trips to Bahamas, f*ck a AC
Still remember summers with no AC
Yeah this all of this shit that gon' make me
Used to tell them I'm the one, looked at me crazy
Now it's trips to Bahamas, f*ck a AC
Still remember summers with no AC

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