BigHeadOnTheBeat - I Gotta Make it lyrics

[Chorus: Supa Sean x 2]: I Gotta Make it I Gotta Make it Yeah [Verse 1: Supa Sean]: My n***a Gone for 10 he caught a body Hit a opp in the face with a shotty We don't give a f** about nobody If don't make it den its back to pulling robberies If i die tonight please tell my mom im sorry Like a jungle lions all in the safari Eat your food like some savages we hungry Got the tool on me now there goes your warning I Just dropped a hunnit bills on a benz big body Take it out the capsule f** a pill i pop molly n***as bout dat action in the field catch a body Don't f** wit no new n***as my best friend is the Tommy Scrap the plate i ain't trynna catch a case I got that work straight ba** 808 Hate me now why love is the new hate Hate, hate go and hate im, im just trynna make it One minute you here next minute you gone Grab ya rosary stay prayed up remember da psalms On everything its God of i over Satan You f** with me, you f** with me You don't you hatin.....Cause [Chorus: Supa Sean x 2]: I Gotta Make it I Gotta Make it Yeah [Verse 2: Supa Sean]: I swear to god the police k**ing n***as just like its a hobby And you wonder why i keep the tooly on me Im trynna live until my son at least turn 20 Million dollars and it all started from pennies Now i spend Two hundred fifty on some penny's Or a hunnit on spaghetti In Italian restaurants, mobbed out blowing fetty Thug life tatt across my belly Black pistol its a semi Gotta issue you should tell me Ain't afraid to let it blow.... Lance Stephenson you mad evil den Find out where you stay and send them mask people in Im just trynna see some starts in my ceiling Boy Im out here working hard for my children, Cause [Chorus: Supa Sean]: I Gotta Make it I Gotta Make it Yeah