Made It In USA

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A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted Millions of dollars worth of cocaine and fentanyl taken off the streets The indictment... overdoses... Uh We gon' make it more We gon' make, we gon' make it We gon' make it more We gon' make, we gon' make it Watchin' the clock, standin' on the block with dime bags Asking Allah, "Is my time comin' or my time passed?" Dope boys, European cars flying past Pressure had me drinking Henny through her wine glass In and out of court, tryin' to send me for a long time Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your son's eyes Staring at my demons eye-to-eye Plus shorty want the time Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come up Plus the opps trying to slide, I get cozy, I get done up The son about to come for the love, they'll leave you wide open Caught my homie at his bitch crib, and left him with his eyes open South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat All my problems over hoes Tried to keep them, but they belong to the open road, my heart so below I stole work from her cousin, we was slangin' crack I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back I told you my momma found the work, you believe me Took that money, bought my own work, we was greasy If you ain't stab, they stabbing you, anything for capital Left our heart from full of poison, we gave it to the avenue You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, han We gon' make, we gon' make it, ooh We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it) We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it) This is nearly 40 pounds of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl I can't take it anymore, I tried Has an estimated street value of 5 million dollars We gon' make it more Tears of joy I cried, joy I cried Authorities confiscated the drugs, paraphernalia, and a fake ID last month Ooh (We gon' make it) Bible never told you 'bout the beast God, you took the soul out him We love the sun by the coast, by the east Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets We gon' make it more Definitely breaking the supply chain and the people who are operating at this level have some unique connections to have access We gon' make it more Coke Boy, baby