Gotta make it

Hook (x2)

Gotta make it, no sleep, heart cold but my aim lit,

Streets whisper danger, mama prayin’ that I change it.

Gotta make it, no sleep, check the clear night, same script,

Lost a lot, learned a lot — now we movin’ for the fam’s benefit.


Verse 1

Late nights, city lights, pockets thin, dreams heavy,

Promise to the ones I love, swear I’ll carry every levy.

Seen my people fall, seen my people switch lanes,

Fake friends takin’ pics, real ones share the pain.

I keep a photo in my phone, where we used to eat ramen,

Now I’ma turn these ones into a roof and a mansion.

Used to count my blessings on a corner with the cold wind,

Now I count blessings plus the money comin’ in.

Prayers before I sleep, tears when the lights dim,

Hustle on my back, pressure make a diamond within.


Pre-Chorus

Cold nights, cold calls, tryna dodge them red flags,

Stay loyal to the soil even when the rent’s bad.

Hear my mama say, “Boy, be safe, be patient,”

I whisper to the sky, “I’ll hustle ‘til the pavement.”


Hook (x2)

Gotta make it, no sleep, heart cold but my aim lit,

Streets whisper danger, mama prayin’ that I change it.

Gotta make it, no sleep, check the clear night, same script,

Lost a lot, learned a lot — now we movin’ for the fam’s benefit.


Verse 2

Never had a blueprint, we built from scraps and faith,

Brothers on the line—some gone, some still in the race.

I move quiet, mind loud, plans heavy in my chest,

Lookin’ at the skyline like I’m beggin’ for a bless.

They ask me how I sleep — I say I don’t, I grind,

Every loss is a lesson, every scar I redefine.

Betrayal taste bitter, but it taught me who to trust,

Loyalty be gold, fake love turn to rust.

I wear my pain like armor, but I carry hope within,

Gotta make it for my kin, gotta let the healing begin.


Bridge

No flex, just facts — everything we lost gon’ stack,

I’ll turn the nights we cried into days we laugh.

For every dollar owed, for every broken pact,

I move like a soldier with my mind on the map.


Verse 3

Thinkin’ ‘bout the kids, thinkin’ ‘bout the roof, thinkin’ ‘bout the rent,

Thinkin’ ‘bout the nights we prayed on corners, heavy with intent.

I cut the noise, meditate while the city breathe,

Plotting exits from the struggle like I follow my own lead.

If I fall, pick me up, if I break, glue the pieces,

We goin’ build an empire out these cold, silent creases.

No more lookin’ back — only steps ahead, precise,

Gotta make it, I can taste it, feel the change in life.


Hook (x2)

Gotta make it, no sleep, heart cold but my aim lit,

Streets whisper danger, mama prayin’ that I change it.

Gotta make it, no sleep, check the clear night, same script,

Lost a lot, learned a lot — now we movin’ for the fam’s benefit.


Outro (spoken, low)

For the ones who never made it, we hold you in the plans,

Every brick we lay is for you, every win for the hands.

No sleep, just faith — till we make it, till we land.

Porque music 
See you when I see you 
Otro 

raw, melodic, streetwise energy and themes of struggle, loyalty, and hunger to succeed, male