Make It (Intro S**t) - Intellectual

[Chorus]

If i never find a way, will I make it?

Grinding all day, smell the hustle in my fragrance

Fuck you niggas paths, make my own and I'ma take it

Mama told me that it's coming, I just gotta stay patient

Promise I'ma get it if its there for the taking

No one ever got it sitting 'round the house waiting

Success is so close, man I swear that I could taste it

And my drive is going up man and can't nobody break it

Uh, who they waiting on, G?

Oh, they waiting on me?

While I'm waiting on the cheese

Notes come in all C's

So don't watch the pitch if I'm signing off key

It's just not my way

Young Bronx nigga with a lot to say

This is real shit, it is not play

Trynna make legal runs, lot of shit that can't be done if I'm locked away

'Cause my mama need a new crib

And my sister need a new crib

And my uncle need a new whip

And any fucking thing that they could wish (oh man)

Trynna show them, Im, the man these days

Fights against the odds, you can't plan these things

But if I just get a chance, then I promise ill advance

I just need a better way for me to chase these dreams

'Cause I'm sick of working these dead-end jobs

Screaming fuck employers, no respect at all

They expect the most, but won't pay the most

Man they do the most, I won't get involved

And I say I won't stop until Corey J's in charge

To be the boss, you gotta play boss

About to run this shit, see me taking off

And if you in my way, you already lost

Either ride the wave or get washed up

When you see me, you get star struck

Man I'm too focused, nigga you know this

Only doubts I ever thought was