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jackboy - made it out lyrics

[intro]
d.a. got that dope

[chorus]
my dog fresh out the box
he back to totin’ glocks
he catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n+ggas gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh+t they was tryna pop
n+ggas cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
i made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
i made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
racks, i’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
got a pack, fell in love with my baby
got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away

[verse]
i don’t know how to smoke, mary jane
choppa with the scope, i’m bringing pain
can’t lovе these hoes, thеy f+ckin’ for fame
just be f+ckin’ these hoes, i don’t even know they name
if you ask for my gang, you wouldn’t even know the half
i don’t even pillow talk, i don’t even like to brag
jump fresh out, elevated my swag
my n+gga jumped out, went back sellin’ slabs
them n+ggas i know, they don’t know how to dab
all they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
my other n+ggas scam, got rich off a letter
ballin’ hard for the crib, don’t need no bread talk
drippin’ in designer, i’m a dior mascot
all this cash money, i can make yo’ b+tch bedrock
dope d+ck, she’s hoppin’ on it, ooh, fentanyl
leavin’ me for dude? ho, you better not
fly lil’ n+gga, i can pull up in a jet now
came up quick, other n+ggas would’ve wrecked out
baptize the money, bank account real blessed now
thank the lord i made it, i ain’t gotta be stressed out
aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out
biggie run up, f+ck it, go and knock your legs out
f+ck a h+llcat, big dog, bring your lens out
stick in the hood, i ain’t tryna throwin’ hands now
[chorus]
my dog fresh out the box
he back to totin’ glocks
he catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
n+ggas gettin’ zipped for all that gangsta sh+t they was tryna pop
n+ggas cannot slip, ‘cause the problem is that they would not make it out
i made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts
i made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house
racks, i’m thumbing ‘em, ayy, ayy
got a pack, fell in love with my baby
got ‘em on the streets with the throwaway
choppas slidin’ me, blow his nose away

- jackboy lyrics

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