Got To Make It (feat. Tage Future) (MHz)

I'm trying to save what little left I haven't got
Pardon—first bar was empty, but damn
How many times can you pour your heart out
Before your heart is empty?
I'm trying to save what little left I have
And guard it with all the heart it takes
To start an engine in the heart of winter

But how could I not remember
All the pain and scars and injuries?
Please—please tell God His children
Play the cards they're given
Whether or not winning's His decision

Using tuition, the brother using his vision
Isn't superstition—truth or fiction
You believe Jesus’s crucifixion
Happened, and in them three days
He rose as the true and living

100%, but some dumb event
Gon’ have us with a gun in a tent
On the run from the Mets
Governed before that
They put us in the middle of a war
That's non-existent—Osama gets it
Right around election time
And Obama did it

That's when I cut the TV off a minute
Walked off to get an Optimo
Got the roll of hash I stashed with ganja
“Thought you said you wanted to get it? ”
Thought I said a lot of shit—
It’s not the time, you wouldn’t get it

Try me—I'd not forget it
I'm not trying to be narcissistic
But there's parts to this shit missing
And the parts that did fit?
I don't want no parts of this shit
On top of all that I wanna fall back
Howling—calling out to the Lord
Waiting for God to call back

I know He hears me—is He real?
It's a growing theory
Regardless, hope to see y’all in heaven
Man, sincerely

First of all, you got to make enough money
To look right, to feel right
First of all, you got to make enough money
To look right, to feel right

This be the type of shit my mama was scared about—
I'm staring out, below from the high rise
Throw the laundry, airing out, stinking loud

Smoking wet, I can’t ring ring ’em out
The game won’t reset—baptism by fire
I’d be a liar if I said I had no regrets

One—my daughter’s mama
Whole is drama, I chose, I elected
In retrospect it wasn’t selective—
If I could be objective, I would call this karma

Shake my armor, freeze my sauna—
Deep dishonor, I want peace, Your Honor
She falsely accusing, heart beating out of my chest
While the police stay ’round the corner

It's not until you first heard my song
We got to freaking in a hurry
She was the finest in high school
But I think she peaked a little early

And I ain’t know what I was getting into
No two scenes alike—I never seen the likes
No first dive in deeps—
What I look like tryna give advice to Pete, right?

Meanwhile, gotta get the hit quick
Dumbing way down—man, I'm trying to get wealth
I was here for the treat but I really got tricked
A song I don't even like it myself—hell

’Cause I don't look right, now I feel right
Now I got a chip on my shoulder—I made it like this
And the label like, “You ain’t into doing the same thing
Are you over? ” Sweaty dudes don’t get it

Music get viewed and you losing that credit
Back up with cues in the interviews
Making excuses and dudes can’t edit

It's fine and all—but I ain't tryna lose what I betted
I'ma decide, man, I'ma choose when I exit

Just then—I bang my face on the nightstand
Woke up with a bruise and a headache
Know what that mean? Dream on

There ain’t been a better night for me to be wrong
It’s gon’ be the last time I'ma sleep long
Come strong like its balls belong to King Kong—
Follow me, lean on

My elevator—but you gotta move it, keep going
We gone. Could this be my inception with a theme song?
Hurry up—get this money before the dream’s gone

First of all you got to make enough money
To look right, to feel right
First of all you got to make enough money
To look right, to feel right