Made It In USA Video (MV)

A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted
Millions of dollars worth of cocaine and fentanyl taken off the streets (uh)
The indictments, crimes, overdoses deaths
We gon' make, we gon' make it
We gon' make, we gon' make it

Watchin' the clock, standin' on the block with dime bags
Askin' Allah, "Is my time comin' or my time passed?"
Dope boys, European cars flyin' past (Coke Boy, baby)
Pressure had me drinkin' Henny through her wine glass
In and out of court, tryin' to send me for a long time
Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your son's eyes
Starin' at my demons eye-to-eye
Plus shorty want the time
Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide
So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come up
Plus the opps tryin' to slide, I get cozy, I get done up
The son about to come for the love, they'll leave you wide open
Caught my homie at his bitch crib, and left him with his eyes open
South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke
Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat
All my problems over hoes
Tried to keep them, but they belong to the open road, my heart so below
I stole work from my cousin, we was slangin' crack
I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back
I told you my mama found the work, you believe me
Took that money, bought my own work, we was greezy
If you ain't stab, we stabbin' you, anything for capital
Left our heart full of poison, we gave it to the avenue
You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way
Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, haan

We gon' make, we gon' make it, ooh
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh

(This is nearly 40 pounds of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl)
I can't take it anymore, I tried
(Has an estimated street value of five million dollars)
Tears of joy I cried
(Authorities confiscated the drugs, paraphernalia, and a fake ID last month)
Joy I cried
Ooh
Bible never told you 'bout the beast
God, you took the soul out him
We love the sun by the coast, by the east
Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets
(We are definitely breaking the supply chain
And the people who are operating at this level
Have some unique connections to have access)
(Coke Boy, baby)