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letra de make it out - yung tan

where i’m from it’s some n-ggas who ain’t make it out
can’t trust a soul cause your brother be the one to slime you out
these n-ggas talking and watching man what they talking bout
they waiting on your downfall and they gone knock you off
i’m going straight to the head with it
some of my n-ggas is dead but i’ma make em dead with it
if you love em then love em with no regrets
i’ve been trapped all of this pain inside my head

i sip codeine to heal my pain but a n-gga been the same
young n-gga going to the top, but f-ck the fame
and i’ve been thinking out the box, so f-ck a frame
partners done changed up and switched, over change
now i’m telling these n-ggas stay in their lane
cause they only riding with you for a chain (for a chain)
and if you do it for yourself they won’t maintain (they won’t maintain)

riding and smoking i’m clearing my dome
i leave the house ain’t got nowhere to go
doing the whole dash hit the road
i want the hoe mad that i’m gone
i know the hoe mad that i’m gone
don’t want your hoe ass on a song
give you a toe tag on the low
riding with 30 clips let em go
where i’m from it’s some n-ggas who ain’t make it out
can’t trust a soul cause your brother be the one to slime you out
these n-ggas talking and watching man what they talking bout
they waiting on your downfall and they gone knock you off
i’m going straight to the head with it
some of my n-ggas is dead but i’ma make em dead with it
if you love em then love em with no regrets
i’ve been trapped all of this pain inside my head

sipping on that purple i’ve been going in these circles
i ain’t mean to hurt you
baby i’m just tryna get a bag (get a bag)
running round with the same old n-ggas
and my pockets just got a lil bigger (got a lil bigger)
won’t stop till i get a whole seven figures
n-gga top down, h-lla blood shed, paint a whole d-mn picture
i ain’t a murderer but you know i will still pull up with sticks on your block
n-ggas be calling the cops
them be the same n-ggas saying they clutching the glock
sh-t too fast man i wish that i could run it back
i tote the bag and i’m ballin like a running back
need a hundred racks
h-ll nah i ain’t gone fumble that (fumble that)
and now i’m getting to the bag my ex can’t stomach that

- yung tan

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