Make It Out

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Eto & Daniel Son (CAN) - Rap

Make It Out

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[Verse 1:] Yo Saints and the sinners still pray over dinner it started home Then I had to train old beginners it's never too late But if they don't consider time flies, they gonna have to wait on the winner I ain't never lose walking whoever's shoes You can show up late as long as you don't forget the booze I ain't giving pigeons a hand, let alone a stepping stool Kept it cool I swallowed them first, and I [fret at you??] Fool talk to me nice or I have evеry right to Spank you on the wake up that's how I felt on my Rеmy nights Only my brothers got the friendly price 'cause you give a nigga the play He strays and won't send me kites Now I only look forward to the book hard But my block ain't no different from what they took porter And fourth protocol push order now Not the long way home is looking good shorter Make it out alive You got something going? Seems like they know how to die You got nothing going I was coming up I had a shoe box I would go in now I made it out alive Make it out alive Make it out alive You got something going? Seems like they know how to die You got nothing going I was coming up I had a shoe box I was going now I made it out alive Make it out alive [Verse 2:Daniel Son] See me I had to earn it most of the men they love [??] hairbrush Make you sit down fast as they standing up Shit We chasing that paper long as it ran from us Turning gold out of everything that my hands can touch Lord knows I'm poisoning the darts unholy That they dragging soul to the dark side slowly Bring hope to the ones that know hard times only 12 [??] them dumping over cars like [??] Cold, hard cash nothing less from the register Heard it was the stress that brought death to the messenger Hold your breath I'm about to show you where the chemist work And the fire that burns and check the temperature Sweating out the toxins, buckets begging for some boxing In the cart betting on some boxing young Memphis 60s gonna cost him Describe me as a legend in the doctrine I'm the reverend of the Russian

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Credits

Writers
  • Eto
  • Daniel Son (CAN)