Make It (feat. JGivens)

[JGivens]

Church, órale

These Pharisees and Sadducees

They be so sad, you see

I stole that joke from my dad

Given so savagely

And on my mama, I'm don't know if Obama

Is gonna Trump Donald

I shouldn't, but I wanna leave

But since I shouldn't but I wanna I been on a leave

That be that maple leaf

Shabby don't manage me

That be that family tree

Go call your family, go see your family

Where are my Benz keys?

I got a computer, a Uber, I'm a shooter

A 6'2 in middle schooler singin' hallelujah

I split a cactus cooler with my brother

They thought he was my kid

And I was just bumpin' Luda, bumpin' Luda

I was dunkin' in the eighth grade

And I hated Tim Duncan in the eighth grade

Kobe was number eight

And super low key I would fail cause I thought I'd go to hell

And had nobody to tell

Oh, well

[JGivens & Christon Gray]

They say life is what you make it

So I made it into a playlist

No time for being jaded

I'm fine with being famous

They say life is what you make it

So I made it into a playlist

I'm so tired of being shaded

But I'm fine with being patient

[Christon Gray]

Please, don't ever ask if I love my wife

I still wear my ring in my other life

Leave the fifty shades to the other guy

Rappers get a taste and they wanna bite

Ever since I clashed with the top dog

Sayin' that I had some girls with they tops off

Now they sayin': Chris, what you got for us?

I keep the good stuff in the Tom Drawer

Every verse is like a journal entry

I got in the game when I was turning fifteen

We in the safehouse and they burnin' with me

It's a new code of ethics, better learn quickly

I am in my own lane stuck in traffic

Tell Mya this is all for her, if something happens

I ain't savin' y'all from tappin' like Savion

I put J in the game 'cause y'all been playin' wrong

[Christon Gray & JGivens]

They say life is what you make it

So I made it into a playlist

I'm so tired of being shaded

But I'm fine, I'm being patient

They say life is what you make it

So I made it into a playlist

Aye Christian, you better tape it (that's Christian)

Aye, you fine with being famous?

I'm so fine with being famous

And I never really charge for a feature

Cause everything starts with a feature

And I would never starve for a feature

Now, that's how you charge for a feature

You send your hottest bars and pray that they don't delete 'em

Delete 'em before you meet 'em, that's what pops would say

But my first week numbers got me pocket change

I'm just sayin' that it seems that we're not prepared

And now, I ain't got no options there

W-word on the streets is they got options there

But I'm just checkin', makin' sure the paperwork is fair

Oh, wait a minute Mr. Postman, the merch was there

Send it international 'cause the church is there, and now hold up

The church beware, some people claimin' titles that they shouldn't have

I met her like I want her, but I shouldn't have

I could see the future in her eyes, but I'm lookin' back

Whole time prayin', I ain't walkin' down a crooked path

They say life is what you make it

So I made it into a playlist

J, you fine with being famous?

Thank God for being famous