Make It Out

Tryna make it outta poverty And have my mama fuckin proud of me When I make it out I hope yall don't start calling me When I make it out I hope yall don't start calling me Cause where was yall when I was broke Where were you them days I was sleeping on the floor I remember them days no one picking up the phone I remember when you turned yo back on me when I was low Ex girl left me say she movin to the O Say relationships ain't for her but I guess that ain't so Now she gotta baby on the way man that's cold This the type of shit that make you never trust a soul It's a cold world and I wanna escape Mama tell me trust the word and pray for better days Being honest mama that shit feel like a waste It's like things get worst just on the day to day Can't escape my thoughts that shit fucking with my brain I'm a fucked up nigga what else can I say It ain't nothing in the world that can take the pain Guess I gotta thug it out till I'm in my grave Gotta focus up on this money and the riches Maybe money in my bank account can do some fixing Gotta focus on my life I'm the only one gone live it Can't spend time worrying bout these flaw niggas and bitches I'm all alone yeah I'm here on my lonely Don't fall in love man I wish somebody told me Watch who you keep around everybody ain't ya homie And when shit go down they'll be quick to change the story But all that bullshit my motivation Can't wait for the day I say I finally made it Move my mama out the hood into a crib that's gated And hear my name screamed when I'm performing on them stages