A major drug ring in the Bronx was busted
Millions of dollars worth of cocaine
and fentanyl taken off the streets
The indictment [?] overdoses [?]
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We gon' make it more
We gon' make, we gon' make it
We gon' make it more
We gon' make, we gon' make it

Watchin' the clock, standin' on the block with dime bags
Asking Allah, "Is my time comin' or my time passed? "
Dope boys, European cars flying past
Pressure had me drinking Henny through her wine glass
In and out of court, tryin' to send me for a long time
Suicide thoughts but all you could see is your son's еyes
Staring at my demons eyе-to-eye
Plus shorty want the time
Don't feel like a real man if I can't provide
So one night'll do it, I'ma catch her on the come up
Plus the opps trying to slide, I get cozy, I get done up
The son about to come for the love
they'll leave you wide open
Caught my homie at his bitch crib
and left him with his eyes open
South Bronx no joke, more money more smoke
Don't choke, bitches have you burnin' bridges, no boat
All my problems over hoes
Tried to keep them, but they belong
to the open road, my heart so below
I stole work from her cousin, we was slangin' crack
I ain't want to burn you, I ain't have it to pay you back
I told you my mama found the work, you believe me
Took that money, bought my own work, we was greasy
If you ain't stab, they stabbing you, anything for capital
Left our heart full of poison, we gave it to the avenue
You gon' make it if you're chosen, it's the only way
Young Moroccan immigrant made it in the USA, han

We gon' make, we gon' make it, ooh
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it, ooh (We gon' make it)

This is nearly 40 pounds
of what's believed to be heroin and fentanyl
I can't take it anymore, I tried
Has an estimated street value of 5 million dollars
We gon' make it more
Tears of joy I cried, joy I cried
Authorities confiscated the drugs
paraphernalia, and a fake ID last month
Ooh (We gon' make it)
Bible never told you 'bout the beast
God, you took the soul out him
We love the sun by the coast, by the east
Swear to God, your heart colder than the streets
We gon' make it more
Definitely breaking the supply chain
and the people who are operating
at this level have some unique connections to have access
We gon' make it more
Coke Boy, baby