Rhandy Rover - We Can Make It

Momma
Workin
Grave-shifts
I've been
Trynna
Keep my
Head up
But I'm
Tired of fuckin stugglin
I'm
Workin trynna put a muscle in
In a tussle with th this life of sin
With nothin but a pen in hand
And Uncle Sam
Smiling at me prolly rubbin hands and
I know he plottin
Failure's not an option
Hopin I don't end up in a coffin
But I sit and think about it often
God damn devil's workin hard
Thank the lord that I'm workin harder
If I stay persistent imma make it farther on god
Niggas still thinkin I do this shit for fun
Reminiscing I was stuck had no place to run
Plus I got expensive taste call it Grey poupon
Need ice on my wrist
Diamonds shinin in the night
Comin up in this shit
And I'm bumblin like sprite
Goin up in this bitch
Look like imma take flight
Like a bird in the sky
you ain't heard of now
But when I come around
Better learn the name
With a whole new sound imma change the game
Better Wake up if you sleepin on me
Don't need fake Love you could keep it homie
Never switch up I can't be no phoney
And I'm next up you could peep it homie
Best believe it homie
My dawgs eaten with me
Neva feastin lonely

Written by:
Rhandal Remonvil

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