Make It Out

(How's your love life?) Yo, look Sat in the station no conversation with broski I just said it was me How the fuck could I live with myself If my boy was in jail when he could've been free? You ain't loyal G, just post all these quotes 'bout loyalty Sat there with your gang not half of the man That I am and that's all on G Like girls say, "French you're mean" then back their bumpa to the gasoline Bro got packs of the loudest weed I guess smoke up 'til the packs unseen Get no sleep but I'm chasing dreams Just thinking lord can you save my team Money like Diego they tell me, "Fuego hasta luego" then leave Touche l'un de mes frères j'mets d'l'argent sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47 envoie des balles comme une lettre Et ma belle ne t'inquiètes pas, j'suis dans la street c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et ces belles mélodies And my brothers gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out Touche l'un de mes frères j'mets d'l'argent sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47 envoie des balles comme une lettre Et ma belle ne t'inquiètes pas, j'suis dans la street c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et ces belles mélodies And my brothers gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out French on the beat shit's real on the tune Back the cup then straight to the moon G, I get kicked out when I step with the goons Back it up don't chat for the news But I swear shit's changed when I'm out with the views Bare fake love when I step in the room Know my ones yeah I know who's who To the death with my boys and they got me too If I wave my hand like a wand That's alakazam that's an opp boy down Word to Slimz and I feel that bro Know that I'm there when they come back 'round Flashbacks got me turning around But you can't tell me shit when ya serving the brown I make a milly with a stack high, silly And I laugh like Philly when I'm back on the ground Touche l'un de mes frères j'mets d'l'argent sur ta tête J'te promets l'AK47 envoie des balles comme une lettre Et ma belle ne t'inquiètes pas, j'suis dans la street c'est la vie Elle aime les gangsters, aime les rappeurs et ces belles mélodies And my brothers gliding 'round the field Got this beauty on his hip if they try take him out She told me loves the way we live I'm in the club with all the gang as if we made it out (How's your love life?)