Dave East - Made It Worse lyrics

[Hook] I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, i'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc Sick of duckin' the cops The Money only made it worse Money only made it worse I just bought my b**h a purse n***as gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my n***as touch a million before I leave this earth [Verse 1] Now they asking me my worth Them n***as gra**, I'm Turf Foreign drop on Crenshaw and the tops off like a shirt I'd done played the backseat, only one thought, n***as get murked I wake up and go to work Put my closest homie in a hearse Taking pictures with my thumbs up My Baby Mamma hate my lifestyle My lawyer told me put the guns up but he don't understand my life wild Blowin' racks up in night town Pray the plug bring the price down I was on the phone with[?] Told him I'm in North, met him up in nice town Blue faces need em right now Fear of God and Amiri mix On point Like a pyramid Might catch a body while you hearing this Look in my eyes and I'm serious You n***as is trash period Gettin' head in a Benz while I'm steering it Just make sure you don't leave no witnessess Period [Hook] I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, i'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc Sick of duckin' the cops The Money only made it worse Money only made it worse I just bought my b**h a purse n***as gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my n***as touch a million before I leave this earth [Verse 2] Before I even leave the city I got n***as telling me that I'm a legend Before I went and got a car before I got a crib I went and got a weapon Free my n***as in the state yard, when I talk I know that they get the messege Treat the block like it's Tetris All this guap got her naked Lotta n***as talking Drug-Rap Honestly I never jack that Couldn't ask em where a pack at Lord Knows what's in my bag-pack I was in the projects, all the scammers, all the felons and the rats at I don't even get a cat nap Nightmares, me eating Jack Mack Long nights in a cell, talk to dre-mac, till my n***a get back Rafaello got my wrist wrapped In a kitchen watching Pooch whip that Buncha baggies in a zip-lock Only one thought gotta get back Baby brother got a good shot, Price on ya head he gon hit that Homie sit back [Hook] I don't complain, I make it work I know about pain, i'm from the dirt I was stuck on the block, I woke up off a perc Sick of duckin' the cops The Money only made it worse I just bought my b**h a purse n***as gotta trap all year just to pay me for a verse I know how to make it work They put my cousin on a shirt I just wanna see all my n***as touch a million before I leave this earth