This is a song about "I m going to make it"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

I might just make it this game to where i am seen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I"m the designated driver

I thought i recognized her

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Fuck a destiny i'm going to try to make it myself

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I tell her to cop it and keep on going i aint stopping till im blowing

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I'm shook, right hook to the heart and i'm praying i'm going to make it

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

But it makes everything i've dealt with worth it when i make it to dawn,

And pray to pops that i make it

Hit your block with a glock, blog that