Make Something

There came a life so bittersweet
Can’t waste your time looking up
To niggas you'll never meet
Belly simming and thoughts of
Your father figure
When your mother fill a void and
Your granny’s a begotten sinner we on
Like mass when niggas was skipping class
Paying bills underage
We was learning a different math
Autographs for your belongings, of all things
Heat here, steady revolving in Palm Springs
What’s up?

Excuse me
I’m just trying to get a little light
I went from starving ever other night
Life full of drama
They gone make a nigga take something
Take something, when I’m only
Trying to make something, make something
I’m only trying to make something
Make something
I’m only trying to make something
Make something
They be flossing like it ain’t nothing
Ain’t nothing
They gone make a nigga take something
Take something
I’m only trying to make something
Make something
I’m only trying to make something
Make something
They be flossing like it ain’t nothing
Ain’t nothing
They gone make a nigga take something
Take something

Yeah, nigga – we here now, nigga
This is dedicated to the niggas who
Said we would never make it
Listen, too many days I had
A lot on my plate, not enough food
Young, trying to chop up the cake
So I cut school
Yeah, I was clinching the gate
When the bell rung question marks in from of
My name like Questlove
Nigga, I’m gone – I need the newest kicks
Passed over like a Jewish kid
Stretched out – Jesus, felt like the crucifix
Still I get my prayer on, blacked out
My Raider on
Lord, I know you never will forsake me
Let me play the song

Yeah… yeah… yeah
I arrived from the Heavens to
A street called 87
It’s crazy weapons, the way we steppin’
The daily lessons of the younger
We go from hunger games to wanting change
To see a bigger picture, money is the frame
From Basquiat to Nasty Nas we paint pictures
Words hit ya like ancient scriptures
We leave ‘em for the young ‘cause
We can’t take ‘em with us
I coach niggas on how to
Get green like Doc Rivers
The plot shivers and shakes
I give ‘em work over breaks
New winner, killed the beef
Because I know the stakes
It’s high like Wiz Khalifa
My man hold a fist of reefer
Put down your arm so I can reach ya
I’ll greet ya

Hit-Boy

Make Something

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