Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made It Worse, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Made It Worse |
| I don’t complain, I make it work |
| I know about pain, I make it work |
| I don’t complain, I make it work |
| I know about pain, I’m from the dirt |
| I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc |
| Sick of duckin' the cops |
| The money only made it worse |
| Money only made it worse |
| I just bought my bitch a purse |
| Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse |
| I know how to make it work |
| They put my cousin on a shirt |
| I just wanna see all my niggas touch a million before I leave this earth |
| Now they asking me my worth, them niggas grass, I’m turf |
| Foreign drop on Crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt |
| I done played the backseat, only one thought, niggas gettin murked |
| I wake up and go to work, put my closest homie in a hearse |
| Taking pictures with my thumbs up, my baby momma hate my lifestyle |
| My lawyer told me put the guns up but he don’t understand my life wild |
| Blowin' racks up in Niketown, pray the plug bring the price down |
| I was on the phone with Neff, told him I’m in North, met him up in Nice Town |
| Blue faces, need 'em right now, Fear of God and Amiri mix |
| On point, like a pyramid, might catch a body while you hearing this |
| Look in my eyes and I’m serious, you Niggas is trash, period |
| Gettin' head in a Benz while I’m steering it, just make sure you don’t leave no |
| witnesses |
| Period |
| I don’t complain, I make it work |
| I know about pain, i’m from the dirt |
| I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc |
| Sick of duckin' the cops |
| The Money only made it worse |
| Money only made it worse |
| I just bought my bitch a purse |
| Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse |
| I know how to make it work |
| They put my cousin on a shirt |
| I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth |
| Before I even leave the city, I got niggas telling me that I’m a legend |
| Before I went and got a car, before I got a crib, went and got a weapon |
| Free my Niggas in the state yard, when I talk I know that they get the messege |
| Treat the block like it’s Tetris, all this guap got her naked |
| Alotta niggas talking Drug Rap, honestly I never jack that |
| Couldn’t ask em where a pack at, Lord knows what’s in my backpack |
| I was in the projects, all the scammers, all the felons and the rats at |
| I don’t even get a cat nap, nightmares, me eating Jack Mack |
| Long nights in a cell, talk Dre-mac, 'til my nigga get back |
| Rafaello got my wrist wrapped, in a kitchen watching Pooch whip that |
| Buncha baggies in a zip-lock, only one thought, gotta get back |
| Baby brother got a good shot, price on ya head he gon' hit that, homie sit back |
| I don’t complain, I make it work |
| I know about pain, i’m from the dirt |
| I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc |
| Sick of duckin' the cops |
| The Money only made it worse |
| I just bought my bitch a purse |
| Niggas gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse |
| I know how to make it work |
| They put my cousin on a shirt |
| I just wanna see all my Niggas touch a million before I leave this earth |