Make It Thru

(K on the mic) (Tryna make it through) (Talkin' bout blues) (They don't got a clue) Yeah I be tryna make it through, all them niggas talkin' bout blues But 'Ion think they got a clue, about what the wounds really do They been tryna stop me, but I can't lose Hoes be lyin' to my face, but in their eyes, I see the truth 'Ion wanna go too soon, but I be feelin' like that's my only route Tired of these bitches, breakin' my heart in two (In two) Everybody threw me in the dirt, and flowers grew I'd be mad too, yeah (I'd be mad too) Every time I feel I'm gettin' out, I'm gettin' deeper Everyday I'm fightin, it's just me and the reaper But everyday I swear, I be seein' this shit clearer Cause I been losin' feelings, in exchange to look cleaner (Yeah) Had to turn my L's into lessons, God be showin' who's a lesson, and a blessin We ain't official, we just messin, cause I never asked the question Can't even talk, I been repressin I can't lay it all out, I hope you get the message (Let's go) We on different sides, you stuck on my mind Feel like we runnin' out of time, but you come be mine We'll be just fine, be my ride or die You can be the Bonnie to my Clyde Even when I'm by myself, I stay on my grind The way they hatin' on me, you'd think I commit a crime But is it really a crime to spit a couple rhymes? Press a nigga, he get quiet like a mime I'm tellin' you, you don't know how far I'm finna climb, yeah I got all this hot shit like it's July, but I'm not even in my prime Love ain't easy, that shit stings, like a lime in your eye All these bitches know how to do is be dry and then they lie (and then they lie) Sigh, and goodbye (And goodbye) Got me askin"Why?" still gotta get by Always win, never tie, that's what I been livin' by Been puttin' pain on the track, so I can touch the sky I've always been goin' through it, shit was never right Feelin' confused and I don't know how to move Your friends askin' what we doin, but 'Ion got a clue You make my eyes light up, whenever you walk into the room I'm the type to take you serious, but it's really up to you Take my time with you, don't wanna end things too soon Trust issues, when it comes to love, I always lose I been prayin' for a blessing, and I'm hopin' that it's you It's like real vibes phasin' out, but we can make it, through (Make it through) We on different sides, you stuck on my mind Feel like we runnin' out of time, but you come be mine We'll be just fine, be my ride or die You can be the Bonnie to my Clyde Even when I'm by myself, I stay on my grind The way they hatin' on me, you'd think I commit a crime But is it really a crime to spit a couple rhymes? Press a nigga, he get quiet like a mime I'm tellin' you, you don't know how far I'm finna climb, yeah