Make Something

[Verse 1] There came a life so bittersweet Can’t waste your time looking up to niggas you'll never meet Belly simming and thoughts of your father figure When your mother fill a void and your granny’s a begotten sinner We on, like mass when niggas was skipping class Paying bills underage, we was learning 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 trying to get a little light I went from starving ever other night Life full of drama, they gone make a nigga take something Take something, when I’m only trying to make something, make something I’m only trying to make something, make something I’m only trying to make something, make something They be flossing like it ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing They gone make a nigga take something, take something I’m only trying to make something, make something I’m only trying to make something, make something They be flossing like it ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing They gone make a nigga take something, take something [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] Yeah, nigga – we here now, nigga This is dedicated to the niggas who said we would never make it Listen, too many days I had a lot on my plate, not enough food Young, trying to chop up the cake, so I cut school Yeah, I was clinching the gate when the bell rung Question marks in from of my name like Questlove Nigga, I’m gone – I need the newest kicks, passed over like a Jewish kid Stretched out – Jesus, felt like the crucifix Still 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: Common] 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]