Make It Out $tupid Young (Ft. Yatta)

[Intro: Yatta]
Yeah
Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
I was stuck up in that system, make it out
Stuck up in these streets, yeah, I can't take it out
That's two things that I can't, yeah

[Chorus: Yatta]
Let's take a trip and walk through Hell, I know my way around
Stuck in the system, I'm feeling like I can't make it out
My heart is stuck in these streets, girl, I can't take it out
Money and family, that's two things that I can't play about
And we ain't shooting at that boy 'til we chase him down
And it was shootouts at them parks, we wasn't playin' 'round
And when them crackers grabbed me up, I ain't make a sound
They tryna lock my niggas up, I'm tryna break 'em out

[Verse 1: Yatta]
I'm tired of losing all my niggas to the chain gang
Your nigga get smoked, my nigga go to jail, that ain't the same pain
One of mine could get touched, then we tryna slide the same day
If I ever leave my heat, I'm going back like Dwyane Wade
I told her I might eat her pussy 'cause she lightskinned
That ho left me with a woody like Buzz Lightyear
I see money in my future, I'm a psychic
I'ma whack your hands, dawg, like I'm Mike Vick
Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us
Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust
Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up
Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts
Told them niggas not to play with us, and then they played with us
Told my dawg let that keda bust, he let that keda bust
Man, I had to get my paper up, get my paper up
Counting money 'til I get paper cuts, 'til I get paper cuts, yeah, yeah