Make It – JustMatt
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Make It

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous?
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it [I said...]

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous?
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it

Hear that sound? You fear that now
I suggest you put your rear to the ground
And listen to me as I'm rippin' this beat
Should I care that I'm wearing you out?
Not cut from the same cloth, from the same fabric
I quilt this shit, you can bet it got graphic and sickenin'
Now, don't put yourself at risk
A venomous bout is what Just Matt's in
They say that I'm dangerous with the ink I fill these pages with
Pray I ain't a Satanist when I'm evil with these cadences
Don't play with him
You'll catch a fade and then regret you had to take a hit
Trust me when I'm sayin' you won't get away with it

I belong in this game
You can't tell me different
I've worked so hard since I came in
I'm excelling in this
They ask me how I'm so great
I explain, "Well, I'm gifted"
Even if they don't believe
I'll persuade them to listen 'cause

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous?
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it [I said...]

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous?
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it

I was born for this rap shit
I knew that since I was a child
I'd sit on the floor of my 2010 house
If you opened the door
I was watchin' 8 Mile
I'm nineteen now, that was nine years old
Time has shown how much I have grown
I write in my notes, keep my head low
And I still wonder why I'm alone
I'm sacrificing everything to get to where I want to be, aye
I'll be damned if I don't make it 'fore I get a college degree, aye
I keep my nose to the grindstone, I can smell the success
Don't tell me what's best
Unless you want pure hell, I suggest

You keep my name out your mouth
And mind your own lazy business
Sick of the hate that ya spout
Think I just won't chase this vision
Believe I gave this up? How?
'Cause I'm in the zone you wasted in
Strike three in the game, and you're out
Meanwhile, I'ma go base with pitches, and

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous?
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it [I said...]

I'm gonna make it
Nada you can say to change it
How could I not be famous
I belong on the A-List
I don't need your thoughts and prayers
'Cause I'ma still rise to greatness
No one is stopping me
Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna make it

Even when I go up, I always fall down
Fly to the sky just to hit the ground
I thought that I was going up
But, it looks like I'm going down

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