Made It Out

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Now I'm a rockstar in the spotlight, I never got to choose this high life
Now I'm gonna grow up, dance and let it grow up, I don't wanna grow up
Now I'm a rockstar in the spotlight, I never got to choose this high life
Now I'm gonna grow up, dance and let it grow up, I don't wanna grow up
Tell them niggas that we made it out
Eatin' good, bitch my bread up now
Rockstar in his prime, bitch, I'm shinin' for them bitches
Money on my mind, gotta go and chase the benjis
Mama told me that I'm built for this, can't go out like this
I'm built for this, yeah, I am
Got the knowledge and the tools equipped, 3 years so far and never quit
I ain't no soldier, but to an extent you could say I had the grit
As I did it with my teeth and I was workin' (What?)
With a plan, to get to my future for my kids and wife that I still don't have
You'd think with the pressure that I would've died of a heart attack
But throughout my fuckin' journey and adventures and everything that I had learned
That the fruits of my labor must have riped
Like the shit was in my scope so I had to snipe
And now I'm back to square one
Like I defeated my adversaries and I am done, but the weary, see
We don't get no sleep, always workin' so (yeah) diligently
And if I don't blow up from this then I can say I attempted and did my best
But I won't stop working for what I want
I'm a glutton for punishment, yeah, so what?
But the fans got me here, so I can't f*ck it up
At the end of the day, wipe this sweat from my brow
Got past the past and I don't know how
Never gonna choose getting off this high life, not even therapy can get me free
But I do it anyway, so you see this life can't do nothing to repress me
Tell them niggas that we made it out
Eatin' good, bitch my bread up now
Rockstar in his prime, bitch, I'm shinin' for them bitches
Money on my mind, gotta go and chase the benjis
Mama told me that I'm built for this, can't go out like this
Yeah, go out like this
I put up with all these diamonds on my neck, I got ya
Pull up in a Rover, you know I got money, I can't steal
You want cash money, I know you want money, you want too
Pull up in a Rover, you know I be thug
Smokin' on my iPad, 'cause, you know I really earn
You know how to get that gas in that mess, it's your boy
Diamonds all up on my dick, I got chicks, I do some
Yeah, I'm too lit up, I'm too lit up, too lit up

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Written by: Jacob Briggs

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