Make It Out - Nonsense

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