Made It In USA (Slowed Down)

[Intro]

A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted

Millions of dollars worth of cocaine and fentanyl taken off the streets (Uh)

The indictment of kinds of overdoses is detrimental

We gon' make, we gon' make it

We gon' make it more

We gon' make, we gon' make it

[Verse]

Watchin' the clock, standin' on the block with dime bags

Asking Allah, "Is my time comin' or my time passed?"

Dope boys, European cars flying past

Pressure had me drinkin' Henny through her wine glass

In and out of court, tryin' to send me for a long time

Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your son's eyes

Staring at my demons eye-to-eye

Plus shorty want the time

Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide

So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come up

Plus the opps tryna slide, I get cozy, I get done up

The son about to come for the love, they'll leave you wide open

Caught my homie at his bitch crib, and left him with his eyes open

South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke

Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat

All my problems over hoes

Tried to keep them, but they belong to the open road, my heart so below

I stole work from her cousin, we was slangin' crack

I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back

I told you my mama found the work, you believe me

Took that money, bought my own work, we was greasy

If you ain't stab, they stabbing you, anything for capital

Left our heart full of poison, we gave it to the avenue

You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way

Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, han

[Chorus]

We gon' make, we gon' make it, ooh

We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it)

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it)

[Outro]

This is nearly forty pounds of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl

I can't take it anymore, I tried

Has an estimated street value of five million dollars

We gon' make it more

Tears of joy I cried, joy I cried

Authorities confiscated the drugs, paraphernalia, and a fake ID last month

Ooh (We gon' make it)

Bible never told you 'bout the beast

God, you took the soul out him

We love the sun by the coast, by the east

Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets

We gon' make it more

Definitely breaking the supply chain and the people who are operating at this level have some unique connections to have access

We gon' make it more

Coke Boy, baby