Make It out the Ghetto (feat. Chase Billiano)

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets

That's why i put my soul on these beats

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets, gotta make a way for us to eat

Wake early every morning, what a feeling

**** fake I cant see em through these lenses

Trap phone still banging off the hendges

And you knowing that my license still suspended

Give a fuck how far it is, I gotta get it

We ain't snitch no alpo, bags in and out the back door

Leave your bitch around me give her backshots hater

Beat the pussy in and out it like a crack spot baby

Dr. told my mama that she shouldn't even had me

Haters throwing salt up on my name trying drag me

Prolly cause they know im married wit a bad b

Chillin wit my choppa bow, sells on the back street

And that money running to me like a track meet

Make the wrong move and leave your head up on the back seat

I really fuck with snipers, get you lit without a lighter

If she a pro then im gon pipe her, she a hoe i wouldnt wife her

Might as well be in the booth with a bible

You might as well have a ghost wit you, when you writing

You need a extra pair of teeth, the way you biting

You know she listening to me the way she driving

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets

That's why i put my soul on these beats

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets, gotta make a way for us to eat

I seen the hate enter into your eyes, I seen the side eyes listened to lies

You wanted me low, you stayed high, almost got me cooked deep fried

Close call catching cases, I never made a statement

Kept both of these size 12 up on this pavement

Yea We was around shit and thought it was glitter

I bought them dogs out like a snapchat filter

Whipping in the kitchen stove hot getting blisters

**** hearing but aint listening

In the rear end of these bitches, give a fuck if they was sisters

Got a problem but no issues and won't bust if they got pistols

Benefit off beneficials, huh

LinkedIn and getting me linked in, it was holes in the boat but no sinking

I got my third eye open but no blinking

I pray I make it out the ghetto wishful thing ahh

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets

That's why i put my soul on these beats

I pray I make it out the ghetto

I hope I make it out the ghetto

I can't trust a soul in these streets, gotta make a way for us to eat