Make My (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Dice Raw)

I did it all for the money, Lord

It's what it seems

Well, in the world of night terrors

It's hard to dream

They hollering cash rules everything

Just call it C.R.E.A.M. 'cause when it rises to the top

You get the finer things

Oceanfronts, rollin' blunts with model chicks

And sayin' grace over lobster and steak

Like please forgive us for ridin' Benzes with camera plates

Too busy lookin' backwards for jackers to pump my brakes

For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes

Addicted to the green, if I don't ball I'll get the shakes

I'd give it all for a peace of mind for Heaven's sakes

My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks

'Cause everything in it wasn't for me

I had to chase, I had to take, I had to take

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means

And you told me at the end

It won't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child

Maybe I'll throw in the towel

Make my, make my

Make my, make my

Departure from the world

Tryna control the fits of panic

Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic

Whatever, see, it's really just a matter of semantics

When everybody's fresh outta collateral to damage

And my splayin' got me prayin' like a mantis

I begin to vanish, feel the pull of the blank canvas

I'm contemplatin' that special dedication

To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation

Fadin' back to black, my dark coronation

The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte

That soul is in the atmosphere like AirPlay

If there's a Heaven I can't find a stairway

They told me that the ends

Won't justify the means

And you told me at the end

It won't justify the dreams

That I've had since a child

Maybe I'll throw in the towel

Make my, make my

Make my, make my

Departure from the world