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Guwap Dro - Make It Right (feat. 4eign Esco) Lyrics




Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Say these voices in my head got me going crazy
Ayy this the lifestyle and I ain't ever changing

Tryna make it out tryna touch the cheddar
Robbing n****s kicking door bitch we did whatever

Road runner for the skits we bust them out of town
Ain't no sticks on the g mans only hundred rounds
Yea I ran off on the plug lashed him for the pounds
Ayy suppressor on the glock we can't make a sound

Yea remember pockets empty so we started lashing
Feds tryna knock us down we just started laughing
Caught you in the backstreets you ain't even packing
Coming from a city shark tank ain't no f*****g lacking

Said I wouldn't be s**t but I ain't giving up
Yea caught up for some heat but I ain't freezing up
Yea proof you a snitch boy we got enough
Ayy this the lifestyle and I ain't giving up

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

I be right up in my section living worried free
Staying down to my word till they bury me
And I ain't tripping if you ever feeling scared of me
'Cause this glock on my side been there for me

It's so many people out tryna set me up
But I ain't ever letting down so I'm letting up
If you reaching for this chain then I'm wetting up
And I'm always wanting more like I ain't get enough

Praying that I get to see some more bands, praying that I'm good and I ain't trusting no friends
'Cause everybody in my life like to come and go
And the only thing that's forever is this paper and this gold so I

Always rock with a stack
I was broke now I'm up and I ain't ever going back
They was hating on the kid now they all got my back
It's a lot of fake love I can't trust all of that

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right
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Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Say these voices in my head got me going crazy
Ayy this the lifestyle and I ain't ever changing

Tryna make it out tryna touch the cheddar
Robbing n****s kicking door bitch we did whatever

Road runner for the skits we bust them out of town
Ain't no sticks on the g mans only hundred rounds
Yea I ran off on the plug lashed him for the pounds
Ayy suppressor on the glock we can't make a sound

Yea remember pockets empty so we started lashing
Feds tryna knock us down we just started laughing
Caught you in the backstreets you ain't even packing
Coming from a city shark tank ain't no f*****g lacking

Said I wouldn't be s**t but I ain't giving up
Yea caught up for some heat but I ain't freezing up
Yea proof you a snitch boy we got enough
Ayy this the lifestyle and I ain't giving up

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

I be right up in my section living worried free
Staying down to my word till they bury me
And I ain't tripping if you ever feeling scared of me
'Cause this glock on my side been there for me

It's so many people out tryna set me up
But I ain't ever letting down so I'm letting up
If you reaching for this chain then I'm wetting up
And I'm always wanting more like I ain't get enough

Praying that I get to see some more bands, praying that I'm good and I ain't trusting no friends
'Cause everybody in my life like to come and go
And the only thing that's forever is this paper and this gold so I

Always rock with a stack
I was broke now I'm up and I ain't ever going back
They was hating on the kid now they all got my back
It's a lot of fake love I can't trust all of that

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right

Demons to the left of me and Angels on my right
Devil whispered in my ear told me please live this life
Started robbing for the bands on the block to the night
Momma praying every night hoping I Make It Right
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Writer: Alejandro Ayala, Johnson Arana
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