Gotta Make It Video (MV)

Gotta make it
Ya
Pull up pull up
Ya
Pull up pull up pull up
Ya gotta

Gotta put It work damn gotta make it
That mean in my life I ain't gotta work
You can say I'm half way cause I'm faking
Living like I know where I gotta go
I got an idea how things gonna be
Going broke, spent two hundred on a f*cking beat
Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed
No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings

I'm so tired I'm just getting tired
It was patience time now it's mortal fire
I don't pull out the nine
Shit I ain't a liar
I pull out the fourth line to bring new thing yea
You can say I'm the new king
Trappers be like Houston
Shit we got a problem with the wood man
Holla, drink, sip one of that Bourbon beam
Cup of Hennessy
Wanna shut my mind, your strong tequila please

Gotta put it work damn gotta make it
That mean in my life I ain't gotta work
You can say I'm half way cause I'm faking
Living like I know where I gotta go
I got an idea how things gonna be
Goin broke, spent two hundred on a f*ckin beat
Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed
No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings
I just got some smokey rings

Had a dream I was wearing thousand dollar Jeans, jinn
Now I got my own and they're ok
But you ain't shit if you ain't wearing dope shit
I was told hide your money right inside the pillow
Slanged for a couple years never bought a kilo
Hardly made a loot but was feelin a hero
Taught my ass how to deal when it's time to get em
Now I'm working and I'm trapping hard
Reverse counting 'til the day I become a star
Reverse counting checkin on my master card
Feel like I'm running out all my life bar
And I say
Gotta put it work
Damn gotta make it
That mean in my life I ain't gotta work
You can say I'm half way cause I'm fakin
Living like I know where I gotta
Yaya

Gotta put it work damn gotta make it
That mean in my life I ain't gotta work
You can say I'm halfway 'cause I'm faking
Living like I know where I gotta go
I got an idea how things gonna be
Goin broke, spent two hunnid on a f*ckin beat
Two other hundred blown up just to buy the weed
No real gold man I gotta wear my smokey rings

Smokey rings
And it's all a dream
Ye yee got em, got em, gotta make it
Gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
Ye