Jackboy — Made it Out

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My dog fresh out the box
He back to toting Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
Niggas getting zipped for all that gangster shit they was tryna pop
Niggas 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 them, ayy, ayy
Got the pack, fell in love, that’s my baby
Got him on the streets with the throwaway
Try to slime me, blow his nose away

I want all the smoke, Mary Janе
Chop with the scope, I’m bringing pain
Can’t love thеse hoes, they fucking for fame
Just be fucking these hoes, I don’t even know they name
If you ask for my, you wouldn’t even know the half
I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag
Jumped fresh out, elevated my swag
My nigga jumped out, went back to selling slabs
Them niggas I know, they don’t know how to dab
All they know is cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab
My other niggas scam, got rich off a laptop
Ballin’ hard for the crib, don’t need no blacktop
Drippin’ in designer, I’m a Dior mascot
All this cash money, I can make your bitch bed rock
Dope dick, she sloppin’ on it, ooh, Fentanyl
Leave me for dude? Ho, you better not
Fly lil’ nigga, I could pull up in the jet now
Came up quick, other niggas 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
Bet he run up, fuck it, gon’ knock your legs out
Fuck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your Lambs out
Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throw hands no

My dog fresh out the box
He back to toting Glocks
He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps
Niggas getting zipped for all that gangster shit they was tryna pop
Niggas 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 them, ayy, ayy
Got the pack, fell in love, that’s my baby
Got him on the streets with the throwaway
Try to slime me, blow his nose away