"Make It" lyrics
Mike Smiff & Bigga Rankin Lyrics
Its that time of year
Where niggas be dying to come up
Don't end up the nigga
That make it on the news
Trying to stop me from getting to the house
By any means young nigga
Its always me over them
Mike Smiff... Og Pelo... Drumma Boy
The streets is waiting!
(Fuck wrong wit y'all man)
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
I made my mind
The last time I went to jail
Was the last time
But you don't know what's finna happen
In this life of mine
Cuz it get crazy in round bitch
Nigga a pull up wit 100 rounds
And drop eighty round this bitch
I done lost so many friends of mine
A grown man
But I done cried so many times
My dawg a rat
And I seen that shit in black and white
I swear to God
Man I couldn't even believe my eyes
Man these streets
Got my heart on 2 degrees
And these niggas ain't
Real how they used to be
So every time I leave the house & I hit the streets
The only thing on my mind is
I got kids to feed
I gotta make it home
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
I'm out here bending corners
I'm just trying to get this bread
I got shit up in this car
That'll send me to the feds
Convicted felon with a fire arm
I'm taking risks out here
Off the porch since a young nigga
Bitch I been out here
If I don't get off my ass
Make these plays and get this cake
What the fuck imma tell my daughter
On birthdays and Christmas Day
Even tho we slanging iron
Selling soft and selling hard
I'm Still gambling on the fact that
God know my heart
When my bitch hug me she hug me like
She scared to let me go
Cuz she know how I'm living
She know these street cut throat
I know my mama and my granny praying
And fasting for me
Switching routes to the crib
Bitch you know I'm on P
I'm just
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
Where niggas be dying to come up
Don't end up the nigga
That make it on the news
Trying to stop me from getting to the house
By any means young nigga
Its always me over them
Mike Smiff... Og Pelo... Drumma Boy
The streets is waiting!
(Fuck wrong wit y'all man)
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
I made my mind
The last time I went to jail
Was the last time
But you don't know what's finna happen
In this life of mine
Cuz it get crazy in round bitch
Nigga a pull up wit 100 rounds
And drop eighty round this bitch
I done lost so many friends of mine
A grown man
But I done cried so many times
My dawg a rat
And I seen that shit in black and white
I swear to God
Man I couldn't even believe my eyes
Man these streets
Got my heart on 2 degrees
And these niggas ain't
Real how they used to be
So every time I leave the house & I hit the streets
The only thing on my mind is
I got kids to feed
I gotta make it home
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
I'm out here bending corners
I'm just trying to get this bread
I got shit up in this car
That'll send me to the feds
Convicted felon with a fire arm
I'm taking risks out here
Off the porch since a young nigga
Bitch I been out here
If I don't get off my ass
Make these plays and get this cake
What the fuck imma tell my daughter
On birthdays and Christmas Day
Even tho we slanging iron
Selling soft and selling hard
I'm Still gambling on the fact that
God know my heart
When my bitch hug me she hug me like
She scared to let me go
Cuz she know how I'm living
She know these street cut throat
I know my mama and my granny praying
And fasting for me
Switching routes to the crib
Bitch you know I'm on P
I'm just
Swinging blocks wit this mop
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm just trying to get home)
I'm in the rearview watching for the cops
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it home)
Eyes on the swivel looking for the opps
I'm just trying to get home
Nigga been grinding all day and night
I'm just trying to get home
(I'm trying to make it baby)
