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Make A Way Video (MV)




Performed By: GQuando
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Fuquan Johnson




GQuando - Make A Way Lyrics




I told my momma that she good and she don't every gotta want for shit
Why would you do the same shit that got ya brother hit
And i done seen a bunch of shit, I'm jus on some other shit
This a cold world the streets hot put on some oven mitts
Sometimes i feel like f*ck this shit, Told my lil brother not to trust a bitch
Im in the rap game I swear I love this shit
You ain't ever put on for ya team you on some sucka shit
Yae a hothead you talking beef well then he slumping shit

And I don't even rap foreal but i be speaking real shit
Be careful who you deal and watch the niggas that you chill with
So numb to this world a nigga can't even feel shit
Be careful how you step cause this shit'll get bad real quick

No i'm not on no gangsta shit but trust don't push me
Ian never been pussy, Ima vet and you a rookie
I'm in jersey by the shore they think it's snooky, Smoking cookies
Cost 10 bands to hear me spit, If you don't got then don't book me

I'm the youngest in my fam doin this rap shit
How the f*ck you make it through ya life doin that cap shit
You think a nigga sponsored by Pringles the way he stack chips
The profit that he made back he stuffed it in a mattress
Then he headed back to the trap he making a pack flip

He a breadwinner, real go getter, Get up and go get it you can't eat with a broke nigga
How you laugh with no bread up in ya bank ain't shit a joke nigga
Want a bad bitch but hoes ain't shit but gold diggers

Like grab that rope nigga, climb cause I don't wanna see you fall
Like golden state we pass that rock the whole team gon ball
Don't stop jus keep pushing hella labels gon call, Stay independent when you roll that dice lil nigga risk it all
All 10 standin tall, Spending racks in a mall
He used to hustle onnat block he had the strap in his draws

He tryna play it safe, Gotta lead my team down this path I'm tryna make a way
I know niggas cooking tryna make a plate
It was ravioli now we eating steak, Was rocking old navy now it's bathing ape
You know i'm rocking wit the real my other half can't stand the fake
Niggas claim they kno me i dont kno em from a can of paint

Trust me ion f*ck with them, And if it's up there then it's stuck wit them
These niggas moving way too comfortable
My brother told me Q, these niggas ass and they can't f*ck with you
Bitches on my dick hittin my phone like wassup wit you
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I told my momma that she good and she don't every gotta want for shit
Why would you do the same shit that got ya brother hit
And i done seen a bunch of shit, I'm jus on some other shit
This a cold world the streets hot put on some oven mitts
Sometimes i feel like f*ck this shit, Told my lil brother not to trust a bitch
Im in the rap game I swear I love this shit
You ain't ever put on for ya team you on some sucka shit
Yae a hothead you talking beef well then he slumping shit

And I don't even rap foreal but i be speaking real shit
Be careful who you deal and watch the niggas that you chill with
So numb to this world a nigga can't even feel shit
Be careful how you step cause this shit'll get bad real quick

No i'm not on no gangsta shit but trust don't push me
Ian never been pussy, Ima vet and you a rookie
I'm in jersey by the shore they think it's snooky, Smoking cookies
Cost 10 bands to hear me spit, If you don't got then don't book me

I'm the youngest in my fam doin this rap shit
How the f*ck you make it through ya life doin that cap shit
You think a nigga sponsored by Pringles the way he stack chips
The profit that he made back he stuffed it in a mattress
Then he headed back to the trap he making a pack flip

He a breadwinner, real go getter, Get up and go get it you can't eat with a broke nigga
How you laugh with no bread up in ya bank ain't shit a joke nigga
Want a bad bitch but hoes ain't shit but gold diggers

Like grab that rope nigga, climb cause I don't wanna see you fall
Like golden state we pass that rock the whole team gon ball
Don't stop jus keep pushing hella labels gon call, Stay independent when you roll that dice lil nigga risk it all
All 10 standin tall, Spending racks in a mall
He used to hustle onnat block he had the strap in his draws

He tryna play it safe, Gotta lead my team down this path I'm tryna make a way
I know niggas cooking tryna make a plate
It was ravioli now we eating steak, Was rocking old navy now it's bathing ape
You know i'm rocking wit the real my other half can't stand the fake
Niggas claim they kno me i dont kno em from a can of paint

Trust me ion f*ck with them, And if it's up there then it's stuck wit them
These niggas moving way too comfortable
My brother told me Q, these niggas ass and they can't f*ck with you
Bitches on my dick hittin my phone like wassup wit you
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Writer: Fuquan Johnson
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