How'd I Make It

Vicasso on another one tahj Money

Pure codeine, in a double cup
My whole team really leveled up
Stackin' up these racks, money double up
Trash bags full of gas,  got it out the mud
Pure codeine, bitch, that's a cherry
Come and talk to me, take a seat on the chair
Big difference is, they can’t even compare
I’m the man of my town
I should run for the mayor

Hey, hey two foreign vibes tryna fuck on
Me inside the studio
At the same damn time, I’m on two flights
I’m flyin' cross the globe
I'd be lyin' if I say you
Ain’t cross my mind before
Blame it on the Xanax for them times
That I forgot I was broke
Hey, hey hey I stood on the block
With a Glock with the muh'fuckin' savage
I served all these rocks just
To stack up the guap, i ain’t have shit
You can see 'em from far you can
Ask 'em all about 'em Mavericks
I might pull up, drop top
Double lot, that's a Ghost, wit' a bad bitch

I came in the game with
The gang on my shoulders
How the fuck I make it this far?
Wanna post on the block that I claim
Where the soldier niggas gotta go
And kill an opp (Eh)
I pour a line of that lean in a soda kit
Kept cooling on ours (Eh)
Trash bags icky vicky the odor
I’m smoking Biscotti that came out the jar

Your main man tried to cross me
Caught him red handed, hand in the cookie jar
I took a loss of the laws, I guess
That what made me a boss
I told Lil' Timmy make them niggas pay 'em
Or they can't even hustle on his block
(Skrrt) trash livin'
That wasn't how they were feelin'
Drop dead and try to duck all them opps

Hey, I kept it real with them niggas
I stood in the field with them niggas
They changed on me
Collect call that what evicted
The muh'fuckin' hitta'
The victim won’t sing on me
If you gon' get me bust I’m gon' bang on you
Fuck a bitch, got no trust
Fuck my main homie
Off the hip got a Glock wit' your name on it
On his street let off shots
Leave a stain on it
Get my youngin to water you off of the molly
Leave some blood on the cement
Like paint on me bitch, I skrrt in the Rari
With Foolie and Mari
You know that I rock with that thing on me
Leaky walk in the party while geeked up
Off molly if that lil' nigga play
He stanked on me my lil dawg in the system
For robbing these niggas the
Word on the street he got change on it
That’s a no no I’m not saving no thot
Tony Romo, 17 in this Glock
Took a foreign stolo
Like it came off the lot
Drop a three and that two make
It jump in the pot
Double back with the soda the yola gon' lock
Water come out the kitchen gone make rerock
They need to clean in aisle I left
Need a nigga to walk behind me with a mop
Tell 'em what you said

Is it my necklace or my heart
What's feeling colder?
I tried to tell her play her cards
She hate I blowed up
Too many people don’t make it
Where I growed up came in the game
I had my world on my shoulders

Hey, hey two foreign vibes tryna fuck on
Me inside the studio
At the same damn time, I’m on two flights
I’m flyin' cross the globe
I'd be lyin' if I say you
Ain’t cross my mind before
Blame it on the Xanax for them times
That I forgot I was broke
Hey, hey hey I stood on the block
With a Glock with the muh'fuckin' savage
I served all these rocks just
To stack up the guap, i ain’t have shit
You can see 'em from far you can
Ask 'em all about 'em Mavericks
I might pull up, drop top
Double lot, that's a Ghost, wit' a bad bitch