Make Something - Kent M$NEY, Common, Hit-Boy

There came a life so bittersweet

Can’t waste your time looking up to niggas you’ll never meet

Belly simming and thoughts of your father figure

When your mother fill a void and your granny’s a begotten sinner

We on, like mass when niggas was skipping class

Paying bills underage, we was learning a different math

Autographs for your belongings, of all things

Heat here, steady revolving in Palm Springs

What’s up?

Excuse me, I’m just trying to get a little light

I went from starving ever other night

Life full of drama, they gone make a nigga take something

Take something, when I’m only trying to make something, make something

I’m only trying to make something, make something

I’m only trying to make something, make something

They be flossing like it ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing

They gone make a nigga take something, take something

I’m only trying to make something, make something

I’m only trying to make something, make something

They be flossing like it ain’t nothing, ain’t nothing

They gone make a nigga take something, take something

Yeah, nigga — we here now, nigga

This is dedicated to the niggas who said we would never make it

Listen, too many days I had a lot on my plate, not enough food

Young, trying to chop up the cake, so I cut school

Yeah, I was clinching the gate when the bell rung

Question marks in from of my name like Questlove

Nigga, I’m gone — I need the newest kicks, passed over like a Jewish kid

Stretched out — Jesus, felt like the crucifix

Still I get my prayer on, blacked out, my Raider on

Lord, I know you never will forsake me, let me play the song

Yeah… yeah… yeah…

I arrived from the Heavens to a street called 87

It’s crazy weapons, the way we steppin', the daily lessons

Of the younger, we go from hunger games to wanting change

To see a bigger picture, money is the frame

From Basquiat to Nasty Nas we paint pictures

Words hit ya like ancient scriptures

We leave ‘em for the young ‘cause we can’t take ‘em with us

I coach niggas on how to get green like Doc Rivers

The plot shivers and shakes, I give ‘em work over breaks

New winner, killed the beef, because I know the stakes

It’s high like Wiz Khalifa, my man hold a fist of reefer

Put down your arm so I can reach ya, I’ll greet ya…