Make It Back

You know what it is? Yeah

When you hear that, uh, and

Runnin' the streets as we adapt to crime

Trap my body if they trap my mind

In my prime, 23, lockdown, 23

Dig it deep, when you sleep, even the blind man can see

I was dreaming I was free, by the water, I don't cobble

I gotta dig a tunnel like El Chapo

Yet it's trying to break me down, trying to stop the waves

But they can't box me down, 'til I'm laying in the grave

You know I never squealed like John Gotti, no comprendes

I'd rather kill myself like Aaron Hernandez

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam, Montana

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam (yeah) (oh, no)

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam

DDG, the way I'm hopping out Suburbans, I forgot I'm from the hood

Prices on my head, they trying to get me gone for good

But I'm still in the city, still lit

Whippin' foreign whips, jacket overseas, Paris, France

Get that foreign drip, make a whole M

Split an M with the whole gang

Bad lil' vibe, off the casa, ate the whole thing

Freak shit, I don't say nothin', I just peep shit

I don't backtrack, apologize, or delete shit

I'm really him, they say the future's bright, but it's really dim

Bust down, autumn on my wrist, I can't really swim

I'm arrogant and cocky with this shit, like we in the gym

Really, he not ballin' like he claims, he just ain't real

I'm thinkin' bout a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam (when you hear that)

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam (when you hear that)

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam

I'm thinking about a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam (when you hear that)

Fuck the judge, fuck the warden

Tryna give a nigga 23 like Jordan

Tryna put a nigga in the ground like the garden

I should burn this motherfucker down like a forest, oh yeah

But you can catch me in the yard

Just swerve it to the lane like I'm Giannis, are you done?

Thinkin' bout a master plan, I gotta make it back to the fam