Ybn Cordae – We Gon Make It Lyrics

We Gon Make It by Ybn Cordae (Feat. Meek Mill)

Yeah, God bless the dreamchasers
If you got a dream, keep chasin’ it
Never let nobody here charge your dreams
You gon’ make it, yeah

I could have died on that pavement
Eveytime I see my mom, I be like “Wait a minute’”
She knows there’s somethin’ wrong with me, but I don’t say s—
And I been tired of chasin’ dreams, but I’m gon’ chase it
S—, we ain’t never had a shot, how we gon’ take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste it
In the mansion, I was just down in the basement
They ain’t believe in me, but I’m gon’ make it

See I know how it feels on the late night
Swimmin’ with the great whites
Drownin’ in the deep waters, know you got 3 daughters
Could use some resources, nah, we just need order
I got my own bad news, f— a reporter
N—– ain’t even safe, they wanna deport us
A ride to keep us boxed in on the street corners
If you gon’ stop and frisk a n—-, s—, atleast warn us
My dog still on probation, they got a leash on us
Far from stupid, and fact, I’m smarter than Harvard students
Sparked a movement, and put a end to this garbage music
Got me thinkin’ like this can’t be life
These stupid a– n—– voted for the Antichrist

It was hell here, my people killin’, and the 12 here
Got my mom a Black Card, and she was just on welfare, that’ goals
Did it on my own, I got myself here
When God asked me do I want this s—, I said “Hell yeah”
I’m ready, when I put the crown on, it was heavy
I was drowin’ in my past, like when Katrina broke the [?], in New Orleans
And my city to them kids, I’m like joy
Every move I make like chess is important
I just wanna get system suspended, I ain’t tryna reform it
Late night thinkin’, I can lose my life just from doin’ this
It’s a sacrifies, I know it won’t be right if I forfeit
But I do it for the young kings, that never had no voices, for real

Yeah, okay, I reminisce the cold days in Winter time
Got home by dinner time
7/11 runs, Gatorade, flavour: Lemon-Lime
Hot Cheetos, Arizonas, orange and clementine
The first job I ever applied for was Finish Line
Some time a n—- be forgettin’, then remember I’m-
Saviour of the rap s— , the leader of the Renaissance
Self appointed, while annointed for my endeavors
I’m ironin’ cheddar, applyin pressure, defyin’ set-ups
The rap game is based upon what n—– lyin’ better
If truth is told, then you can grow, and die in never
No, I’m ever-lastin’, better graspin’, this thing in life
I heard Meek hook, and I told him to sing it twice, my God