Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It, artist - Josh A. Album song Self Entitled, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Make It |
Yeah, clic clac my gun goes |
I hit you with that snubnose |
To every other rapper tryna to make it in this jungle |
Gangster rap is dead as small rap is now the sellin' point |
While all these gangster rappers movin' into fuckin' jailing joints |
(Singing) |
Rappers nowadays can take girl out, even meet her damn parents and they’d be |
proud |
Yeah, my friends smoke and got me feelin' like a PO |
Cause I don’t even smoke I got that shit control like CO’s |
While I’m at it might as well say that I’m a VO |
Never fell in love I detract girls like BO, no |
Yo, did this dude just say hes a virgin on the track? |
Fuckin' sucks |
Yeah, I’m so seventh letter of the alphabet regardless |
On a mental higher, fuck that energy I harness |
I even wrote this song just to kill your favorite artist |
You could look at any top 5 and I’m the smartest |
I’ma fuckin' kill it, I swear I’ll fuckin' kill it |
And in spite I’m about to fuckin' Meek Mill it |
Yeah, I heard that fuckin' diss it was weak and it flop |
I’ll kill your career publicly like the Ferguson cop, bitch |
How the fuck you make it when I grind everyday? |
How the fuck you famous when I write everyday? |
All these sellouts makin' money so I’m throwin all that shade |
All I do is write rhymes, I ain’t gettin' fuckin' payed |
How the fuck you make it when I grind everyday? |
How the fuck you famous when I write everyday? |
All these sellouts makin' money so I’m throwin all that shade |
All I do is write rhymes, I ain’t gettin' fuckin' payed |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
Yeah, look at this rapper with the sideways hat |
Rappin' about money and bitches and all the shit he never had |
Screamin' on the mic like a motherfuckin' idiot |
Engineer the fuckin' shittiest |
Yeah, people eat it up cause that’s the shit they wanna see |
Meanwhile I’m catchin' Z’s |
You faker than a vanilli show chillin' on |
Really he’s insecure, scared of how we reserve |
I judgement and get the worst but really he hates the earth |
So he puts on a facade, he really wants to please us |
Dumb it down until he’s worshiped just like Jesus |
Make a catchy Vine hit, we all co-signed it |
And I realizin' stupiditys prevalent In this rhymesmith |
These days rappers fuckin' fake |
They’re makin' quick bucks so I’m throwin' quick shade |
I don’t really give a fuck about your bitch or Escalade |
All that swag rap shit is really fuckin' overplayed bitch |
How the fuck you make it when I grind everyday? |
How the fuck you famous when I write everyday? |
All these sellouts makin' money so I’m throwin all that shade |
All I do is write rhymes, I ain’t gettin' fuckin' payed |
How the fuck you make it when I grind everyday? |
How the fuck you famous when I write everyday? |
All these sellouts makin' money so I’m throwin all that shade |
All I do is write rhymes, I ain’t gettin' fuckin' payed |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |