This is a song about "Make"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Guess what they got a choice to make

Im washin off another plate

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

But when we scrap you gon make

J. cole runnin' late

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

No key for release

Make like a tree and leave

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I'm make this choppa spit and make it come out her nose

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