Make You

Roll up a Porto blunt now I'm halfway back home Plug your headphones in your phone And sit back, this is my truth to each is own Leave me alone it's just me and the microphone, word up Hellboy I got my horns chopped off A real dim halo but I'm still connected to God So if they wanna take my life, shoot me with rounds of applause I'll just be closer to him and looking right down at y'all and applaud Returned home, a fallen saint from the start I'm just playing, I'm just lyrically smart How they got food around the house but caption say "stack or starve" I think that's trying too hard, I think that's trying too hard But everybody to themselves Lessons of things coming in parallels Looking for a ring probably fall deep inside a well With Samara waiting for you, man I honestly wish you well Love em then you trust em they turn and go kiss and tell, oh well Hot headed, hair looking like Beckham Odell Don't wanna settle I want weekends in different motels Route 66, in my caddy on that highway to hell Performing every night, get on the stage let the lyrics repel Hearing, make your money but don't let it make you Make your money don't forget to pay your dues Same dudes you owe money too, that payment come overdue Can't skip em, you cannot snooze Now turn your brain to loose screws uh Make your money but don't let it make you Make your money don't forget to pay your dues Same dudes you owe money too, that payment come overdue Can't miss em, you cannot snooze Now turn your brain to loose screws uh Back to early nights cold mornings and rainy days Stay in my complex North York door number 5A See all my blessings through grey lens and plenty shade I used to wear glasses my sight had started to fade But back then I ain't need them, rather insight I'd say Not long chains, different coloured by the neck like parades Of Martis Gras, cuz if they start eyeing your never safe No sagging, baggy clothes, I'd rather wear something straight Plus everybody moving sick until the day that they sign us Hey bro she told u she a virgin but you ain't pop no hymen That's no blood, but they claim war the moment they say they'd find us Something like they losing sight I said it before, rewind it So put your hands up this a motherfucking robbery I'm just kidding but the same reaction is caused when saint speaks Heads bumping, and all I hear is "he's doing it properly" It's no coincidence that all my beats ending in 33 Is that Jesus speaking to me or the devil closer then he It's no coincidence that all my beats ending in 33 Is that Jesus speaking to me or the devil closer then he But nonetheless I do it all with God's assist I can beat them with my song that's why there's bass and lots of kicks Punches from the hooks that's only coming strictly my fist YouTube beats, what happens every time that I go click? Remix remix Eat the beat like a cannibal That's just another whole part of me My panic attacks feel just like popping an artery A lot of people have it worst, for them I'm a martyr see Listen to lyrics load them, use them as armoury Through the harmonies, conducted through honesty Let the music take my soul, sold it to all my beats Writing in my next life, probably what keeps on happening Hearing, make your money but don't let it make you Make your money don't forget to pay your dues Same dudes you owe money too, that payment come overdue Can't skip em, you cannot snooze Now turn your brain to loose screws uh Make your money but don't let it make you Make your money don't forget to pay your dues Same dudes you owe money too, that payment come overdue Can't miss em, you cannot snooze Now turn your brain to loose screws uh