Make Something

[Verse 1]

The game of life, so bittersweet

Can’t waste your time lookin’ up to niggas, you never me

Belly slimmin’ and thoughts of you father figure

When your mother fill a void in your granny’s begotten sinner

We on, like mass when niggas was skippin’ class

Payin’ bills underage, we was learnin’ a different math

Autographs for your belongings, of all things

Heat here, steady revolving in Palm Springs

What’s up?

[Hook]

Excuse me, I’m just tryna get a little light

I went from starving ever other night

Life full of drama, it gon’ make a nigga take something

Take something, when I’m only tryna make something, make something

I’m only tryna make something, make something

I’m only tryna make something, make something

They be flossin’ like it ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’

They gon’ make a nigga take somethin’

I’m only tryna make something, make something

I’m only tryna make something, make something

They be flossin’ like it ain’t nothin’, ain’t nothin’

They gon’ make a nigga take somethin’, take somethin’

[Verse 2]

Yeah, nigga – we here now, nigga

This is dedicated to the niggas who said we’d never make it (listen)

Too many days I had a lot on my plate, not enough food

Young, tryna chop up the cake, so I cut school

Yeah, I was clutching the gate when the bell rung

Question marks in from of my name like Questlove

Nigga, I’m gone – I need the newest kicks, looked over like a Jewish kid

Stretched out – Jesus, felt like the crucifix

‘Til I get my prayer on, blacked out, my Raider on

Lord, I know you never will forsake me, let me play the song

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yeah… yeah… yeah…

I arrived from the Heavens to a street called ‘87

It’s crazy weapons, the way we steppin’, the daily lessons

Of the younger – we go from hunger games to wanting change

To see a bigger picture, money is the frame

From Basquiat to Nasty Nas we paint pictures

Words hit ya like ancient scriptures

We leave ‘em for the young ‘cause we can’t take ‘em with us

I coach niggas on how to get green like Doc Rivers

The plot shivers and shakes, I give ‘em work over breaks

New winner, killed the beef, because I know the stakes

It’s high like Wiz Khalifa, my man hold a fist of reefer

Put down your arm so I can reach ya, I’ll greet ya…

[Hook]