Make It Out

I'm bout to talk to y'all souls, look, uh Every night I pray the lord my soul to keep I feel like he ignoring me I'm traumatized I keep one in the head before I go to sleep These demons on my shoulders moving closer They controlling me Life's a bitch I hope that pussy sweeter Than a Georgia peach It's not though, Glock come with a switchie Yeah we cop those, we load em up with shells Lil nigga these ain't no tacos I'm from the trenches, I be in the streets more than potholes, we get spicy over cheese Nigga these ain't nachos, these hands work It don't cost me shit to get your man's merc Play with my money or my kids, I'll wear that tan shirt Number one rule if you in the streets you better blam first And never cop a high point cause them shits is known to jam first Lately I've been wilding out Niggas they want static, what that drama bout Walk around with two twin cannons, I'm really wilding out Started with a 10 shot but the clip look like a comma now Grew up round some demons, met some killers at my momma house Tinted Impalas when we be sliding out Different registration on the whip when we be riding out We get busy anywhere, nigga we ain't hiding out Woofing on the net but when we catch em we gon sign em out Tinted Impalas when we be sliding out Different registration on the whip when we be riding out We get busy anywhere, nigga we ain't hiding out Woofing on the net but when we catch em we gon sign em out How you real but you ain't move your momma out of the trenches These niggas bitches do it all for attention They do it all for a mention I pray to God I make it out of the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches Remember jumping them fences State to state remember ducking offenses Eviction notice on the door, I hope we get an extension I just pray that me and momma don't get stuck in the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches And I ain't rap in a minute, Lord I know I've been sinning But this the beginning, And I've been plotting on this victim Hope my niggas get him And when we catch him he gon disappear We gon forget him And I believe in God But where you think we gonna send him? That shit you claiming in your music Ain't your body, better tighten up We know you ain't like that, who you fooling Please enlighten us Nina always with me, she a thot So I ain't wifing her The way she blow niggas You might wanna stay a night with her Niggas ain't your mans for real So homie do not bro me Talk behind your back These niggas fake, these niggas phony See my cousin in a casket Swear to God it broke me I ain't choose this life, momma Swear this life it chose me on point like OP, I'm low But I ain't low-key The hitters, yeah, they know me New money, old me Niggas talk like bitches Do my dirt all by my lonely I been out the way, I dare a nigga try provoke me Facts though He talking like he slidin' but it's cap though All this weight I carry on my shoulder Broke my back, bro I remember days when I was hungry I was mad broke Mad cold, nigga, I ain't mad though And shorty only want me cause I got a bag, bro And I been out here since a youngin' Shit is sad, bro Being broke, that shit a joke I swear I never laughed, though Money over everything I'm all about the cash, bro How you real but you ain't move your momma out of the trenches These niggas bitches do it all for attention They do it all for a mention I pray to God I make it out of the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches Remember jumpin' them fences State to state, remember duckin' offenses Eviction notice on the door I hope we get an extension I just pray that me and momma don't get stuck in the trenches I pray to God I make it out of the trenches And I ain't rap in' a minute I ain't rap in' a minute