Make A Way (feat. Onein2Two)

My niggas trap and scam
'Cah we need to make a way
This aint no Gameboy
We aint got no time to play
Tryna stack these figures and digits
I cannot wait
Bun dealing with these women you
Wont see me on a date
Up in Soho
Mind up and down, like a pogo
Kway on the train
You would think I was a dojo
Done with the fake so I be on my solo
On my solo
Fake love why they talk on me
Gave her my heart, why she walk on me
Got a bag full of dreams, so I can't just sleep
All this weight on my back yeah it fall on me
Took too many Ls so you know I'm tryna' win
Praying everyday for the days I use to sin
And I hope they hear me out, just so they can take me in
And im tryna three the throw, cah we use to hit the rim
I copped the tracks courtesy of chasing the bag
Can't be on my bro these fists are Smokey like a fag
I've been running it up
Father these niggas like a dad
She sucking me off deeper has me testing on her gag
Sponsor the work if my bro needs it
My dargy out and serving to cats, no Felix
She loving off the kid, I got her in her feelings
Its five figures plus if we ever do dealings, dealings
Really tryna get it with my team
But there's been times I've been out on my lonely
Tryna run it up, bad one she suck it up
If it aint wife then I pass it to broski
Use to be broke, now its five on a tee
She wants love but it cant be me
If I get up know they all gon' pree
And we don't buy loud we buying XRP
We buying, XRP not for the culture
Call Currency, Dalmatian he's got dots like poker
I've been, striking good I aint a baller
These shapes get swung, you would've thought they were bipolar
Secure the bag and I run it up in the store
She wants to see my holy side, I might buy her Christian Dior
Wacked up a nigga had him lying on the floor
That's how it gets in the trenches
I'm with walalo together we made it happen
Goyard on the pouch but they don't even know the fashion
Broski got the Dudus if he backs it then it's cracking
They love me more then hate me so I don't experience slacking
She does it for the lifestyle
She wants a nigga all up in her belly right now
My broski smoking loud I had to tell him pipe down
Its always vogue attire so I'm never looking rundown, rundown
Never rundown
Me and bro work till the sundown
Yeah we gotta make this cash then I might go splash if the gang going uptown
Drip like Ouu
Chop a nigga like its Kung-Fu
Said she wanna fuck with a nigga like me
So I give her this nut cashew
(Like, Like, Like)
We tryna stack this cash
No, I can never let that go
Run to the bread like flash
So know I'm just tryna get this dough
Niggas hate on we
Had to get the bag, soon gon' have my neck on freeze
And I make her bad, love it when she get on knees
And my price gone high, she can't get this dick for free
I need a kettle on my wrist and that's not Russell Hobbs
She took a glance at the kid she knew I'm a hustler
I paid the cost to go clear now they see I'm bossing up
We do it every season
The things I do on these smart phones I risk my freedom
Fake friends had to get cut off I didn't need them
I got internal war I'm fighting all these demons
These bitches want it paid for but they don't give any reasons
Reasons
My niggas trap and scam
'Cah we need to make a way
This aint no Gameboy
We aint got no time to play
Tryna stack these figures and digits
I cannot wait
Bun dealing with these women you
Wont see me on a date
Up in Soho
Mind up and down, like a pogo
Kway on the train
You would think I was a dojo
Done with the fake so I be on my solo
On my solo