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make it out - deep green lyrics

[verse 1 * deep green]
a few olders only saw me as a runner so i ran them
besides them, nothing but love for my mandem
back then, i be talking past tense
i wanted all the fancy things in life but couldn’t have them
now it’s light work to go and splash ten
anything these rappers go and get, i’d probably match them
or i could’ve had it way before
wardrobe’s looking like i own half the burberry store
beans on toast, i used to eat that loads
now it’s well*done steaks, i’m tryna eat the most
to them bruddas that bе claiming that i’m dead
i might pull up in a phantom
have ’em looking likе they’ve seen a ghost
they said that i was hot from the beginning
only linked with real n*ggas, i’ve got young pacs on the riddim
trapping from a line, i don’t need to exaggerate my life
i’ve got a feeling they be watching cah we’re winning
but they wanna see me fall off
all this gold on me looking like it’s fort knox, yeah it’s real heavy
i done came a long way away from them early nights
feeling like it’s one day away, all the hunger and the starvation
to this day it’s motivation and they can’t break it
i be out there in the thunder as it starts raining
to get paid, my occupation has my heart racing
pitch until my food’s gone
they wanna hear that i was slipping with my jewels on
i pop bottles but i’m sipping like it’s too strong
went from adidas to christian louboutin’s
i turned my stripes to spikes
if the price was right i wouldn’t mind to sign
a nice contract and give my food a line to fly
cause even now i ain’t satisfied
until i leave the trap and get to focus on my family life
[hook * deep green]
i don’t need to change my friends
i’ve been in the same old ends
remember as a younger, going through the hunger
i’ll never feel that pain again
so why you wanna hate me now?
is it cause i’m making pounds?
but i ain’t getting no sleep
running from the police, i’m just tryna make it out

[verse 2 * young pacs]
dressed good, act c*cky
first rule of the road, you’ve gotta stack properly
make n*ggas eat, that’s what i call bossy
cut a n*gga off quick if he act dodgy
and if you ain’t bro don’t come with your chain out
better lock your door cah your carti can get drapes’d out
i was broke then, now i’m d*mn fly
mad guy, on the move, my n*ggas there on standby
real talk, i ain’t nothing like these other yutes
it’s not just f*cking rap n*gga, it’s the f*cking truth
shotting in my motor, cutting through daytime
to be real i hate crime but this is how i make mine
discreet but cah i rap i’m a bait guy
show five n*ggas how to whip at the same time
for fresh prints n*gga you can get a guilty
so i need my money in banks, do you feel me?
but till then i’ma go and get this weight outed
brought a box and l!cked it out in straight ounces
this money i stay counting
yeah i make thousands, why the f*ck you think i stay bout it?
and i ain’t really worried bout a vocal
i’m that kid who went from local to global
i used to beat down five, soon up six
real recognise real, green knows i does this
[hook * deep green]
i don’t need to change my friends
i’ve been in the same old ends
remember as a younger, going through the hunger
i’ll never feel that pain again
so why you wanna hate me now?
is it cause i’m making pounds?
but i ain’t getting no sleep
running from the police, i’m just tryna make it out

- deep green lyrics

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