Made It Out

Jackboy

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    D.A. got that dope

    My dog fresh out the box
    He back to totin’ Glocks
    He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
    Niggas gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta shit they was tryna pop
    Niggas cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
    I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
    I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
    Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
    Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
    Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
    Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away

    I don’t know how to smoke, Mary Jane
    Choppa with the scope, I’m bringing pain
    Can’t lovе these hoes, thеy fuckin’ for fame
    Just be fuckin’ these hoes, I don’t even know they name
    If you ask for my gang, you wouldn't even know the half
    I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag

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    Jump fresh out, elevated my swag
    My nigga jumped out, went back sellin' slabs
    Them niggas I know, they don’t know how to dab
    All they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
    My other niggas scam, got rich off a letter
    Ballin' hard for the crib, don't need no bread talk
    Drippin' in designer, I’m a Dior mascot

    All this cash money, I can make yo’ bitch bedrock
    Dope dick, she's hoppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl
    Leavin’ me for dude? Ho, you better not
    Fly lil’ nigga, I can pull up in a jet now
    Came up quick, other niggas would’ve wrecked out
    Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now
    Thank the Lord I made it, I ain't gotta be stressed out
    Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out
    Biggie run up, fuck it, go and knock your legs out
    Fuck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your lens out
    Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throwin' hands now

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    My dog fresh out the box
    He back to totin’ Glocks
    He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
    Niggas gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta shit they was tryna pop
    Niggas cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
    I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
    I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house

    Racks, I’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
    Got a pack, fell in love with my baby
    Got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
    Choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away

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