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]