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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