Make It

[Intro]
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Look

[Verse]
Y’all running from the smoke like it’s musty
It must be I’m killing in my section
These tough peaks
Trust me
When you wake up from sleeping on me
Eyes crusty
You’re welcome to the room
That’s enough dreams
To the front, please
You get a rough seat
Late ass nigga
How long I gotta lyrically spray that trigger for you to crave that, nigga?
Too much fat in your raps, look, shave that, nigga
You can’t cut beef
Last album
Reached out for verses, wasn’t lucky
Now y’all wanna offer up a front fee?
I decided
I don’t need no features
It’s just me
Go over tough beats
Get comfy
Otherwisе, only consult Worm & 'Mari
Them my trustees
In the counsel of rеal niggas
Still triller
Only seek a team that’s gone build wit ya
Ill victims
Feeling king but
The only thing I’m seeing in my tone is field nigga
Ion think imma ready for the looks
Labels looking me up and down
What’s the deal nigga
You can’t wait on real figures
But don’t necessarily chase it
A boss is heavy with patience
I gotta learn to just take shit
I’m just be hoping I make it, Uh
Ayo
What’s the worth of that golden plague?
Cold on tracks
Control the racks
I used to be embarrassed just to post my raps
I be sounding young in my older tracks
Told em I got bolder slaps
Then I got overlooked
Like “No one asked”
They said I need a flow
I sat back and molded that
Saw all the trash and circled back like a Cul-de-Sac
Too many open ends
Imma close the gaps
Coming with a whole attack
I be borderline bored of hacks
Do it straight or hold the laughs
Imma trace my facts until I’m holding stacks

[Outro]
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