Cautxn - Make It

I probably won't make it in these streets
Words my mom say
Keep banana clips in this cage
Ain't Harambe
How you feel so dead alive
That shit haunts me
I could never testify
If they caught me
Staring at them stars
Fantasize the long way
Almost broke my wrist weighing my love
You ain't stop me
Why I remain distant is from shit
You never taught me
Not because you chose to
Because you had no options
Not trying to expose you
Just reasons why I'm cautious
Ran it how am supposed to
Still ended up exhausted
Ain't provide the most for you
Times I've been obnoxious
Only when I'm close to you
I feel like I got you
When I'm feeling empty
I surround myself with bottles
Niggas keep on shifting around me
I start getting nauseas
Mixing up designers
Just like mixing up my sauces
Problems I encounter
If I cock back I'm going to toss it
I don't want your input
If it ain't in my deposit
Death over designer
I got bones inside my closet
Thinking about them finer things
With polo on my collar
I probably won't make it
If I finished how I started
I probably won't make it in these streets
Words my mom say
Keep banana clips in this cage
Ain't Harambe
How you feel so dead alive
That shit haunts me
I could never testify
If they caught me
I probably won't make it in these streets
Words my mom say
Keep banana clips in this cage
Ain't Harambe
How you feel so dead alive
That shit haunts me
I could never testify
If they caught me
Always under where you stand
I don't understand it
Even bought you a new bag
Let me hold your baggage
Tried to give my helping hand
Left me open handed
Trying to take your life for granted
Your wish was granted
No I can't be sure
Until you reassure me
What you talking to me for
You know you can't afford me
Some emotions I done stored
Just to make this story
But the truth ain't on record
If you don't record it
You get in your feels
When I feel on you
You're going to pop these pills
As I peel them off you
You won't think I'm real
Until I'm really on you
Baby you a meal
Spend a mil on you
It's hard to make in these streets
With family on your shoulders
My heart could never stand the heat
It's only getting colder
It's hard for me to open up
Just tell me when it's over
Told you I would make it
With no blueprint but you chose up
I probably won't make it in these streets
Words my mom say
Keep banana clips in this cage
Ain't Harambe
How you feel so dead alive
That shit haunts me
I could never testify
If they caught me
I probably won't make it in these streets
Words my mom say
Keep banana clips in this cage
Ain't Harambe
How you feel so dead alive
That shit haunts me
I could never testify
If they caught me

Written by:
Damone Howard Jr

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