Lyrics
Yuh Yuh aye oh woah Make it out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Make it out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah aye
Hundred thousand on my neck uh
Hundred thousand on a check yuh
We gon make it out
Make it out yeah yeah
Make it out make it out yeah
I know we ain't nothing yet uh
But i now my **** blessed yuh
We gon make it out
Make it out yeah yeah
Make it out Make it out
Yeah
We gonna make it out fuck what they talking bout
Me and my boys yo we always been on the route
They just goin run they mouth while I'm here wailing out
I need this cash in my pocket
Ain't got no Rollie or Bentley but I'm making plenty
My **** so broke we were counting up pennies
I'm honestly done with pretending so many nights yo I thought I should end it
Getting this bag and you goin see me flexing
Seeing the glare from the ice on my necklace
They said that reckless for chasing my dreams they always hating on my blessings
Do my best when under pressure
Why they thinking of me lesser I'm goin pull up in a Tesla
My clothes designer you can tell by the texture
Bitch Im the man ain't no need for no lecture
When I get paid ill make it someday
When I gotta pray i do it on Sundays
Stay on my grind ain't taking no off days
Work on my craft gotta makes some upgrades
Staying the same ain't need no update
I know i will make it someday
Getting the people to put this on reply
Like its a motherfucking catch phrase
Hundred thousand on my neck uh
Hundred thousand on a check yuh
We gon make it out
Make it out yeah yeah
Make it out make it out yeah
I know we ain't nothing yet uh
But i now my **** blessed yuh
We gon make it out
Make it out yeah yeah
Make it out Make it out
Yeah
What you really know about it I ain't got nothing I feel like my life been decided
The devil always tryna find me I'm making some art of it like origami
l come like tsunami my life a disaster
I'll kill the show and I'll meet you right after
You ain't got a clue about what I've been through killing this shit and they thinking it simple
About to get money I'm about to get rich too
Honestly I ain't got nothing against you
I just hate that they can't see my potential and it got me fucked up all in my mental
Killing the beat and they thinking I'm mental murder every instrumental
You can't deny that till I make fucking
Hundred thousand on my neck
Hundred thousand on my neck
I know I ain't nothing yet and I do this when I'm stressed
They thinking my life is a mess I'm thinking that life is a test
You **** goin live with regret while Im takeing off in a jet
With all of my **** on deck
We counting the cash from the checks
My **** is plotting whats next
Hundred thousand on my neck uh
Hundred thousand on a check yuh
We gon make it out
Make it out yeah yeah
Make it out make it out yeah
Written by: Amado Uraga, Daniel Rivera
