liveraw gbt - make it back lyrics
[hook: l+o]
first you gotta grind, put in overtime
when you next in line, be prepared to shine
open up yo eyes, dangerous to blind
don’t go through declines, let yo paper climb
first you gotta make the bread, put it up
spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
[verse 1: detroit l+o]
consumptions of a n+gga mind is always grind related
ill+strated, to the point where my lyrics will get ta painting
i made it through them winters in adidas sh+ll toes
me and a few n+ggas stuck together like some velcro
just find it in your heart to glorify the realest sh+t
i know it’ll make you sick but take some time out for illest sh+t
this that brail flow, before they hit the room, they feeling this
investing in my dreams, give me s+x, that’s the realest chick
countless nights right by them fireplaces with the frozen feet
it wasn’t for no cozy sh+t, my n+gga we ain’t have no heat
homeless, jumping crib to crib, that ain’t how i was tryna live
a n+gga i disliked was still staying up in my mamas crib
i was being stubborn bro, i wasn’t going back to that
they hop under my whip to get my wheel (will) i call em jumping jacks
now i did more reading, gained more knowledge, let that wisdom stack
so if i spend that paper, best believe i’m gonna get it back
[hook: l+o]
first you gotta grind, put in overtime
when you next in line, be prepared to shine
open up yo eyes, dangerous to blind
don’t go through declines, let yo paper climb
first you gotta make the bread, put it up
spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
make the bread, put it up, spend it all to make it back
[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]
i think about my daughter, gotta make it back
these boys be out here playing foul, they on that hack+a+shaq
good cookie in the woody the cowboy
you can’t even ball with your team, you the towel boy
if it’s bout bread then hit my phone up
cellphone like the world trade, it done blown up
sh+t like mike vick, remember the touchdowns
need to freeze my wrist and remember to buss down
i don’t see the losses, i can only see the trophies
i’m gon win a ring right after your b+tch blow me
i pray for tomorrow, let the hustle be complete
you can win a super bowl if you keep yo plays elite
had to cook me up a miracle, freaky b+tch named lyric
and she’ll buss it open for you if you lyrical
listen to yo heart and have some heart and have a heart
finish line was mine because i took off from the start
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