Lyrics Make It Out - Nonsense

Make It Out

So I guess it’s fuck it
And they want more drugs and less substance
Little bit more rappin' bout nothin
Little bit more bout where I come from
Less discussion
Less about how and why and more frontin
More about why I’m dope and I does it
Why ya’ll shit pop so much when mine doesn’t
Man it’s nothing
I swear it’s nothing but a paper chase
Yo girl bananas when she wet, we in here bathing apes
I does this every day like day to day to day to day
I’m working till there Major Payne, I think I might Be Damon Wayons
Goddamit
Idk how the fuck have I managed
Doing this longer than I imagined, yet I’m still twice the man than these
rappers
How you fathom, cause I ain’t pullin up in no phantom
Cause I ain’t drank the lean and pop Xanax
I don’t pop Molly’s nor do I plan to
I got bills and shit I can’t manage, so I’m grinding to the death of me
Putting food up on my mama table is my everthing
My brothers kids need clothes, my baby mama need a wedding ring
No wonder why I don’t have time to think bout
Methamphetamines
I’m saying
So put your hands up in the sky and tell 'em
We gon' make it out, we gon, we gon make it outta here
Tell em, tell em
See I just been steady grindin
You either get on or get left behind it
Trying redesign and tryna redefine it
Cause shit don’t stay the same, you better read the fine print
Cause I ain’t tryna stay in the same spot
Across the street they still sell the same rocks
A couple of homies, they still take the same shots
And I been trying to tell em that it don’t make the pain stop
When the rain drops, who gon take care of my family, you?
Who gon be fair to be sanity, you?
I don’t care in what capacity, in actuality
Nothing’s calamity proof
I gotta maneuver in manners to get me up out of this crib and up into a manor
Up out of this civic and into a phantom
Up out of the bottom, I’m climbing the ladder
I’m saying, cause I just been trying to make it up out
Incite motivation, despite reservations
No matter the destination or the route
Amidst all the the speculation and the doubt
Remiss of the reputation and the clout
Either with complications or without
Im destined to do it, don’t give a fuck how, and I’m telling you now
And tell em' we gon' make it out, we gon, we gon make it outta here