Mcee Detox, Bomo, Gee Mak - Lord Make Way lyrics
[Mcee Detox, Bomo, Gee Mak - Lord Make Way lyrics]
Yeah! Uh huh
Yeah! Uh
The problem is truly
I keep my niggas as close as I can
But that's the problem they keep avoiding
What's on their mind trying to see 40/40
They smoke weed 'till they can't see
My eyes keep stunned on my finance
'Cuz I keep looking like a mess
Taking 45 grams, not less nigga
And these kids kept hating on me
They I stay do to the feds
Yeah, that's right, no past tense
Hey, no, no, no there goes the nigga
All about the phone and liquor all alone
You know I gotta toke
'cuz I can't do this shit alone
I pray on everyday i pray now everyday
Lord Make Way lord Make Me Way
I know you want me to sleep and not drink
Now I know you're close
But let me ask if you know about the rent?
The aim is to take out some rappers
So I got the aim on some rappers
Now that's the G now I got an aim on thee
And I got two triggers
Now that's just my conquest
And I need their consent
So I'm not fucking on the floor
So get the fuck down on the floor
So I'm not no longer super stoned
Now I'm up out my zone
Now I'm praying please and thank you God
Help me out, like I'm working harder
I haven't been fucking with the lame niggas
I have been fucking with the game, niggas
I pray on everyday i pray now everyday
Lord Make Way lord Make Me Way
I know you want me to sleep and not drink
Ah where was the will nigga?
You better touch your ear
'cuz you can't touch me now
So please, keep me in your wills nigga
And if that's my fingertips on the
Gun then I want alimony
If it's them on the weed
Then I want all the money never be in my way
I'm with my niggas right now
Tonight I'm with the bitches
Swimming with the fishes
Amateurs know, they can't be where I go
I am Gee Mak, you know what my name is
Now you see my fame, bitch
All these rappers know to stay out my way
All these rappers are jokes, so broke
All broke, my man
'Cuz rappers want to play in the
Competition but need momma's to listen
I never play them in my kitchen
Meanwhile they're baby mommas play
My in their kitchens
I was just the boy, and now I'm the man
And I want them all
All the blood from the game my nigga
You hear my soul, respect it nigga
So respect me as I still smoke my sour
And let me live my life
As I complete my mission yeah
Yeah! Uh
The problem is truly
I keep my niggas as close as I can
But that's the problem they keep avoiding
What's on their mind trying to see 40/40
They smoke weed 'till they can't see
My eyes keep stunned on my finance
'Cuz I keep looking like a mess
Taking 45 grams, not less nigga
And these kids kept hating on me
They I stay do to the feds
Yeah, that's right, no past tense
Hey, no, no, no there goes the nigga
All about the phone and liquor all alone
You know I gotta toke
'cuz I can't do this shit alone
I pray on everyday i pray now everyday
Lord Make Way lord Make Me Way
I know you want me to sleep and not drink
Now I know you're close
But let me ask if you know about the rent?
The aim is to take out some rappers
So I got the aim on some rappers
Now that's the G now I got an aim on thee
And I got two triggers
Now that's just my conquest
And I need their consent
So I'm not fucking on the floor
So get the fuck down on the floor
So I'm not no longer super stoned
Now I'm up out my zone
Now I'm praying please and thank you God
Help me out, like I'm working harder
I haven't been fucking with the lame niggas
I have been fucking with the game, niggas
I pray on everyday i pray now everyday
Lord Make Way lord Make Me Way
I know you want me to sleep and not drink
Ah where was the will nigga?
You better touch your ear
'cuz you can't touch me now
So please, keep me in your wills nigga
And if that's my fingertips on the
Gun then I want alimony
If it's them on the weed
Then I want all the money never be in my way
I'm with my niggas right now
Tonight I'm with the bitches
Swimming with the fishes
Amateurs know, they can't be where I go
I am Gee Mak, you know what my name is
Now you see my fame, bitch
All these rappers know to stay out my way
All these rappers are jokes, so broke
All broke, my man
'Cuz rappers want to play in the
Competition but need momma's to listen
I never play them in my kitchen
Meanwhile they're baby mommas play
My in their kitchens
I was just the boy, and now I'm the man
And I want them all
All the blood from the game my nigga
You hear my soul, respect it nigga
So respect me as I still smoke my sour
And let me live my life
As I complete my mission yeah