Made It In USA Lyrics

We gon’ make, we gon’ make it
We gon’ make, we gon’ make it

Watching the clock, standing on the block with dime bags
Asking Allah, “Is my time coming or my time passed?”
Dope boys, European cars flying pass
Pressure had me drinking Henny through her wine glass
In and out of court, trying to send me for a long time
Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your sons eyes
Starring at my demons eye to eye
Plus shorty want the time
Don’t feel like a real man if I can’t provide
So one night a do it, I’ma catch her on the come up
Plus the opps trying to slide, I get cozy, I get done up
Son about to come for the love that will leave you wide open
Caught my homie at his bitch crib and left him with his eyes open
South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke
Don’t choke, bitches have you burning bridges no boat
All my problems over hoes
Try to keep them, but they belong to the open road
My heart so below
I stole the work from her cousin, we was slanging crack
I ain’t want to burn you, I ain’t have it to pay you back
I told you my momma found the work, you believe me
Took that money, bought my own work
We was greasy
If you ain’t stab, they stabbing you, anything for capital
Left our heart from full of poison, we gave it to the avenue
You gon’ make it if you’re chosen, it’s the only way
Young Morrocan immigrant made it in the USA
Hann

We gon’ make, we gon’ make it, ooh
We gon’ make it, we gon’ make it, ooh
We gon’ make it, we gon’ make it
We gon’ make it, we gon’ make it, ooh

I can’t take it anymore, I tried
Tears of joy I cried, joy I cried
Ooh
Bible never told you ’bout the beef
God, you took the soul out him
We love the sun by the coast, by the east
Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets