Make It Out Video (MV)

I'm bout to talk to y'all souls, look, uh Every night I pray the lord my soul to keep
I feel like he ignoring me I'm traumatized I keep one in the head before
I go to sleep These demons on my shoulders moving closer
They controlling me Life's a bitch I hope that pussy sweeter

Than a Georgia peach It's not though, Glock come with a switchie
Yeah we cop those, we load em up with shells Lil nigga these ain't no tacos
I'm from the trenches, I be in the streets more than potholes, we get spicy over cheese
Nigga these ain't nachos, these hands work It don't cost me shit to get your man's merc

Play with my money or my kids, I'll wear that tan shirt
Number one rule if you in the streets you better blam first
And never cop a high point cause them shits is known to jam first
Lately I've been wilding out Niggas they want static, what that drama bout

Walk around with two twin cannons, I'm really wilding out
Started with a 10 shot but the clip look like a comma now
Grew up round some demons, met some killers at my momma house
Tinted Impalas when we be sliding out Different registration on the whip when we be riding out

We get busy anywhere, nigga we ain't hiding out
Woofing on the net but when we catch em we gon sign em out
Tinted Impalas when we be sliding out Different registration on the whip when we be riding out
We get busy anywhere, nigga we ain't hiding out

Woofing on the net but when we catch em we gon sign em out
How you real but you ain't move your momma out of the trenches
These niggas bitches do it all for attention They do it all for a mention
I pray to God I make it out of the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches

Remember jumping them fences
State to state remember ducking offenses Eviction notice on the door, I hope we get an extension
I just pray that me and momma don't get stuck in the trenches
I pray to God I make it out of the trenches

And I ain't rap in a minute, Lord I know I've been sinning
But this the beginning, And I've been plotting on this victim
Hope my niggas get him And when we catch him he gon disappear
We gon forget him And I believe in God

But where you think we gonna send him? That shit you claiming in your music
Ain't your body, better tighten up We know you ain't like that, who you fooling
Please enlighten us Nina always with me, she a thot
So I ain't wifing her The way she blow niggas

You might wanna stay a night with her Niggas ain't your mans for real
So homie do not bro me Talk behind your back
These niggas fake, these niggas phony See my cousin in a casket
Swear to God it broke me I ain't choose this life, momma

Swear this life it chose me on point like OP, I'm low
But I ain't low-key The hitters, yeah, they know me
New money, old me Niggas talk like bitches
Do my dirt all by my lonely I been out the way, I dare a nigga try provoke me

Facts though He talking like he slidin' but it's cap though
All this weight I carry on my shoulder Broke my back, bro
I remember days when I was hungry I was mad broke
Mad cold, nigga, I ain't mad though And shorty only want me cause I got a bag, bro

And I been out here since a youngin' Shit is sad, bro
Being broke, that shit a joke I swear I never laughed, though
Money over everything I'm all about the cash, bro
How you real but you ain't move your momma out of the trenches

These niggas bitches do it all for attention They do it all for a mention
I pray to God I make it out of the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches
Remember jumpin' them fences State to state, remember duckin' offenses
Eviction notice on the door I hope we get an extension

I just pray that me and momma don't get stuck in the trenches
I pray to God I make it out of the trenches And I ain't rap in' a minute
I ain't rap in' a minute