CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Made It Out
D.a. got that dope
My dog fresh out the box
He back to totin’ Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n***as gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh*t they was tryna pop
n***as cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away
I don’t know how to smoke, Mary Jane
Choppa with the scope, I’m bringing pain
Can’t lovе these hoes, thеy f**kin’ for fame
Just be f**kin’ these hoes, I don’t even know they name
If you ask for my gang, you wouldn't even know the half
I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag
Jump fresh out, elevated my swag
My n***a jumped out, went back sellin' slabs
Them n***as I know, they don’t know how to dab
All they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
My other n***as scam, got rich off a letter
Ballin' hard for the crib, don't need no bread talk
Drippin' in designer, I’m a Dior mascot
All this cash money, I can make yo’ b*t*h bedrock
Dope d**k, she's hoppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl
Leavin’ me for dude? Ho, you better not
Fly lil’ n***a, I can pull up in a jet now
Came up quick, other n***as would’ve wrecked out
Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now
Thank the Lord I made it, I ain't gotta be stressed out
Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out
Biggie run up, f**k it, go and knock your legs out
f**k a Hellcat, big dog, bring your lens out
Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throwin' hands now
My dog fresh out the box
He back to totin’ Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n***as gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh*t they was tryna pop
n***as cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away
My dog fresh out the box
He back to totin’ Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n***as gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh*t they was tryna pop
n***as cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away
I don’t know how to smoke, Mary Jane
Choppa with the scope, I’m bringing pain
Can’t lovе these hoes, thеy f**kin’ for fame
Just be f**kin’ these hoes, I don’t even know they name
If you ask for my gang, you wouldn't even know the half
I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag
Jump fresh out, elevated my swag
My n***a jumped out, went back sellin' slabs
Them n***as I know, they don’t know how to dab
All they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
My other n***as scam, got rich off a letter
Ballin' hard for the crib, don't need no bread talk
Drippin' in designer, I’m a Dior mascot
All this cash money, I can make yo’ b*t*h bedrock
Dope d**k, she's hoppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl
Leavin’ me for dude? Ho, you better not
Fly lil’ n***a, I can pull up in a jet now
Came up quick, other n***as would’ve wrecked out
Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now
Thank the Lord I made it, I ain't gotta be stressed out
Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out
Biggie run up, f**k it, go and knock your legs out
f**k a Hellcat, big dog, bring your lens out
Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throwin' hands now
My dog fresh out the box
He back to totin’ Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n***as gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh*t they was tryna pop
n***as cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away