Make It

I probably won't make it in these streets Words my mom say Keep banana clips in this cage Ain't Harambe How you feel so dead alive That shit haunts me I could never testify If they caught me Staring at them stars Fantasize the long way Almost broke my wrist weighing my love You ain't stop me Why I remain distant is from shit You never taught me Not because you chose to Because you had no options Not trying to expose you Just reasons why I'm cautious Ran it how am supposed to Still ended up exhausted Ain't provide the most for you Times I've been obnoxious Only when I'm close to you I feel like I got you When I'm feeling empty I surround myself with bottles Niggas keep on shifting around me I start getting nauseas Mixing up designers Just like mixing up my sauces Problems I encounter If I cock back I'm going to toss it I don't want your input If it ain't in my deposit Death over designer I got bones inside my closet Thinking about them finer things With polo on my collar I probably won't make it If I finished how I started I probably won't make it in these streets Words my mom say Keep banana clips in this cage Ain't Harambe How you feel so dead alive That shit haunts me I could never testify If they caught me I probably won't make it in these streets Words my mom say Keep banana clips in this cage Ain't Harambe How you feel so dead alive That shit haunts me I could never testify If they caught me Always under where you stand I don't understand it Even bought you a new bag Let me hold your baggage Tried to give my helping hand Left me open handed Trying to take your life for granted Your wish was granted No I can't be sure Until you reassure me What you talking to me for You know you can't afford me Some emotions I done stored Just to make this story But the truth ain't on record If you don't record it You get in your feels When I feel on you You're going to pop these pills As I peel them off you You won't think I'm real Until I'm really on you Baby you a meal Spend a mil on you It's hard to make in these streets With family on your shoulders My heart could never stand the heat It's only getting colder It's hard for me to open up Just tell me when it's over Told you I would make it With no blueprint but you chose up I probably won't make it in these streets Words my mom say Keep banana clips in this cage Ain't Harambe How you feel so dead alive That shit haunts me I could never testify If they caught me I probably won't make it in these streets Words my mom say Keep banana clips in this cage Ain't Harambe How you feel so dead alive That shit haunts me I could never testify If they caught me