Juice Davis - MAKE A WAY (B4 IT'S TOO LATE) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
There's blood on the leaves
Had to call to make sure you were safe
Pussy niggas get out of line
I'll be the first to put 'em in their place
Dirty mouths get Colgate
I don't like to argue, won't translate
When you talk to me best be in lowercase
They eavesdropping to investigate
Don't make a cool nigga get active
Like a mole, if he touch me, I wack 'em
Acting brand new get you wrapped up in plastic
Never adding to the circle, subtract 'em
Leave 'em in question, can't figure me out
You not in the field, you sit on the couch
Just like a flat I will air this bitch out
No second guessing, without a doubt
F*ck these niggas, get a bag
F*ck these bitches, get a bag
Catching feelings, don't get attached
Quit believing, the internet
F*ck these niggas, get a bag
F*ck these bitches, get a bag
Catching feelings, don't get attached
Quit believing, the internet
Make a way, before it's too late
You got to believe in yourself, that's all that you have at the end of the day, uh huh
Make a way, before it's too late
They see you as a falling star, they wishing you fail, then they instigate
Roll down the window to make sure it's them
Busted my headlight but my shine never dim
These niggas be bitches, be acting like Kim
In tight ass jeans looking like skims
They see the chain & they go insane
My bitch give me brain, it's keeping me sane
I'm out of your league, I'm out of your range
They shooting bystanders & swear they can aim
RIP Hoke, never lose hope
License to carry, we don't need a coat
You threaten my family, then I'm on go
I'll send you to hell if you ever stoop low
Remember days taking the bus in the snow
Same bitch that left me was crying at my door
The first to backstab you be the ones close
And just like cocaine they slip under your nose, uh huh
Don't make a cool nigga get active
Like a mole, if he touch me, I wack 'em
Acting brand new get you wrapped up in plastic
Never adding to the circle, subtract 'em
Leave 'em in question, can't figure me out
You not in the field, you sit on the couch
Just like a flat I will air this bitch out
No second guessing, without a doubt
F*ck these niggas, get a bag
F*ck these bitches, get a bag
Catching feelings, don't get attached
Quit believing, the internet
F*ck these niggas, get a bag
F*ck these bitches, get a bag
Catching feelings, don't get attached
Quit believing, the internet
Make a way, before it's too late
You got to believe in yourself, that's all that you have at the end of the day, uh huh
Make a way, before it's too late
They see you as a falling star, they wishing you fail, then they instigate
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, yeah