Make It Out (feat. Joyce Wrice, Knucks & Kai Ca$h)

Do we ever know

Which way to go?

And will we ever find

Our peace of mind?

Yo, for over twenty years, I've many roles with many peers

Been through studios, been through engineers

Been through all them little issues that you wish you hadn't

They all love you till they miss you, and that shit's apparent

My bro's a parent, gotta check on how my close is farin'

But I don't know, it takes me loads to pick the phone and herring

When I don't know which way to go, I go and check my bearings

How we go from just hello to Fendi dress and earrings?

How is it that every time we row and shit, you always rat?

I just let you have the tour of where to fight

Got me thinkin' what to send her, so she know to fade

Snowflake in her DM 'cause she called his ass

Sixteen, a couple reasons I should hold a knife

Seventeen, was out at night like I'm barely legal

Nineteen, I watch my sleep on me with open eyes

So, now you see me on your TV, don't act so surprised

Baby, I don't see some more, time to see some damn

Feelin' like I figured out what life's about

But we still thought we would never make it out, out

We feel trapped in

Backs against the wall, runnin' in traffic with the law

Might be your last day, tragic

Cameras out, showin' us all

But it don't matter, 'cause they still feel like we ain't shit

'Cause we black, I'm from a bad place

No sympathy for nothin', fuck your bad day

Everybody fucked up, they're hungry

You feel lucked up, they come up with lump sums of money

Check yours, 'cause even your own family might come bustin'

And there ain't nobody here to save us from nothin' at all

The police shoot first, we don't fuck with the law

These slimy bitches try to line you up, you fuckin' 'em raw

Your best friend might do you dirty, 'cause there's money involved

It seem big, it's uncomfortably small

Real hustlers gotta be in the field

But them run with the ball

We just scammers, rappers, and trappers

Some who juggle them all

The ghetto always been a jungle for sure

Can't be gullible, chucks are in the snake, who you got under that umbrella, you?

Watchin' out for Jake, but I got wires in this bubble goose

Problems wit' your line, it might be tapped, you gotta troubleshoot

Troubled youth, only way he gettin' outta trouble, shoot

Baby, I don't see some more, time to see some damn

Feelin' like I figured out what life's about

But we still thought we would never make it out, out