Made it Out - Jackboy

My dog fresh out the box

He back to totin' Glocks

He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps

Niggas gettin' zipped for all that gangsta 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 'em, ayy, ayy

Got a pack, fell in love with my baby

Got 'em on the streets with the throwaway

Choppas slidin' me, blow his nose away

I don’t know how to smoke, Mary Jane

Choppa with the scope, I’m bringing pain

Can’t love these hoes, they fuckin' for fame

Just be fuckin' these hoes, I don’t even know they name

If you ask for my gang, you wouldn’t even know the half

I don’t even pillow talk, I don’t even like to brag

Jump fresh out, elevated my swag

My nigga jumped out, went back sellin' slabs

Them niggas I know, they don’t know how to dab

All they know, cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab

My other niggas scam, got rich off a letter

Ballin' hard for the crib, don’t need no bread talk

Drippin' in designer, I’m a Dior mascot

All this cash money, I can make yo' bitch bedrock

Dope dick, she’s hoppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl

Leavin' me for dude?

Ho, you better not

Fly lil' nigga, I can pull up in a 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

Biggie run up, fuck it, go and knock your legs out

Fuck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your lens out

Stick in the hood, I ain’t tryna throwin' hands now

My dog fresh out the box

He back to totin' Glocks

He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps

Niggas gettin' zipped for all that gangsta 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 'em, ayy, ayy

Got a pack, fell in love with my baby

Got 'em on the streets with the throwaway

Choppas slidin' me, blow his nose away