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Lyrics by：Nate Feuerstein/David Arthur Garcia/Cameron Doyle
Composed by：Nate Feuerstein/David Arthur Garcia/Cameron Doyle
Look I don't know what's gotten into me
I could be off of my rocker potentially
Bigger I get the more they thinkin' less of me
Don't be the one to insult my integrity
Put down the whistle I'm done with you referees
Y'all don't know nothing you think you ejected me
'Til I show up in the game like
Remember me
I gotta make it these people depend on me
Ayy that's how I'm living these days
Threaten my wife keep digging that grave
I had a job making minimum wage
Told myself that I gotta get paid
Prove myself yeah get up my grades
Walk into class like
Gimme that A
Think I'm trash
Put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like
Look what it's saying
Here's a reminder that I still spit
Think I need to advise you to watch your lip
Or at least realize that I'm not no kid
Don't Google my name tryna find my crib
Write a pop song then I write a song like this
Do a lot wrong
Doesn't matter I learn quick
I'm an outlaw my brain has no fence
Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did
I would destroy it
Woo woo woo
Used to be employee now I'm employer
Making big deals now I gotta get lawyers
People tell me to relax and enjoy it
But when I kick back I see warnings
So much time might pass can't ignore it
Every time I rap and I'm recording
Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
Yeah
Tool bag without the pliers
Intros without the choirs
New car without the tires
Music without the writers
UFC without the fighters
Smoking without the fire
Cigarettes without the lighter
Austin Powers no Michael Myers that's me
If I ain't got the bars you see
Something ain't right like I'm incomplete
Outcast yes I'm a different breed
If you disagree make 'em all retreat
Act like a boss when I compete
Take my thoughts into hyperspeed
When it's all gone and I hit my peak
At least I'll know that I took that leap
'Cause life is a process
And I am not here for the nonsense
Losing everything I worked for likes to weigh on my conscience
That why I block out the comments
Who's next
Who's next
I don't know I ain't been watching
Closing my ear to the gossip
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options ooh
No forfeit my course different
Changed flows and I'm bored with it
More livid never more driven I avoid timid
Try to tell me I could never be the GOAT of rap I ignore limits
I was born with this you're trippin' thinkin' I'm slippin'
I'm enjoying this
Look at me I'm on the tour selling more tickets
Even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy I'ma do it like a hobby
I ain't quitting 'til the Lord tell me
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options these are the options
Ayy these are the options
Ah these are the options
Woo these are the options
Yeah these are the options
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