Make It Out

Hoodie ski mask way Sampling the O'Jay's I see Fif's greatness Othello's placement Top tier production Fetty on a introduction Raise my percussion I'm the topic of discussion Talent written from ink Naturally I don't think Brain waves start to link Vocals match motion in sync Niggas are apparitions From liquid compositions Embalmed body conditions I'm the face of morticians I'm the grim reaper Equipped with heat seekers Burner on hips like beepers Runnin' niggas outta sneakers Lyrically a menace Crack rackets like it's tennis Ducking off to Venice For bodies I left in a crevice Harbinger with a Derringer Look into eyes of God's messenger Who's a better competitor Skull collector like Predator I'll slap you and your editor Adjust your bill like a creditor Hands are God's rain of fire Situations get dire I gotta walk what I talk Pure bred of New York Bodies lined in chalk Bullets popping like a cork Pray to see solace Make it out is a promise Make it out is a promise Make it out is a promise Fuck bills taxes and liars Avoid Feds looking at priors Youngin' chasing dreams Hustling for prestige Maintain balance like triple beams Demons laying siege Memories from my teens Packing grips in jeans I had all of the tools I used to make the wrong choice Never gave a fuck about school Now you hear tracks with my voice I can't live with excuses Even with bumps and bruises I had to light the fuses My entire family loses When my effort reduces So I put my soul into music And feel results it produces Think outside a box like it's cubic Slept on a air mattress Twelve years at this address Beginnings so humble Hunger led to this hustle My block you had to rumble Hit the gym to get that muscle Inner city doesn't have pity Grit sparked how I'm witty Flashbacks of parties litty Dancing and getting light Shorties popping that kitty Good vibes turn to a fight Scrape for crumbs in the slums Run thumbs on stacks of sums Fast money and a fast life Niggas poked with a tucked knife On the block or in school On a clock survival's a rule Wouldn't trade lessons I learned Phone tapped lines got burned I gotta walk what I talk Pure bred of New York Bodies lined in chalk Bullets popping like a cork Pray to see solace Make it out is a promise Make it out is a promise Make it out is a promise