Tre Mak - Years In The Making Lyrics

Looking through my lenses shit gone look a little different
EBT beginnings now I'm worth quater ticket
My cutty quarterbacked it set him back a quarter century He gone die in them shackles but we all do eventually
System got us caged but I'm so free mentally
Survived the street life to show my kids what they meant to me
But stayed so ready for the day them niggaz sent for me
Ghetto melodies
Bullets humming like a symphony
Rep the 3k like these niggaz really kin to me
Hella scars hella scabs it's a just a little skin to me
Another rap career killed that's far from a sin to me
Spill to the streets? Well, That's a win win for me
Did what it took
Had what it takes
Built with the real
Slid on the fakes
Devil had the wheel
God hit the brakes
Smoke inhalation
All the trials tribulations
This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Will power is real power
I Took bricks from burnt bridges went out and built towers
Young wild nigga kept stacking until our
Babies didn't have to go nights without milk powder
One dollar
And a dream
Now it's a dun dadda
Gun powder residue
Fed to the Rottweilers
Them Rich city days wasn't friendly to out of towners
Years later bones buried underneath pretty flowers
Who you telling
Nip died I felt qualified to drop my two pennies
Undersized shooters get heavy handed when too skinny
Internet trolling in 2020 is the new envy
Please tread gently my track record is too lengthy
Did what it took
Had what it takes
Built with the real
Slid on the fakes
Devil had the wheel
God hit the brakes
Smoke inhalation
All the trials tribulations
This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Deck stacked against me ima get no prob
Any given second I can go so Rob
Advising my situation that is not yo job
Track record banging like this record homie on God
Survived All odds
Gangsta neva in question
Released without confessions
The streets and lots of lessons
At peace without protection
Capiche? I'm never stressing
They sleep like Narcoleptics
I wake em' Like paramedics
I'm on
Friday July 30th 2021
Putting the finishing touches on this Mak book shit
Thinking bout how this all started
Shout out Robb Cole, Five10 Foss and Krytykal
We started with cassette tapes man
True years in the making shit
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making

Looking through my lenses shit gone look a little different
EBT beginnings now I'm worth quater ticket
My cutty quarterbacked it set him back a quarter century He gone die in them shackles but we all do eventually
System got us caged but I'm so free mentally
Survived the street life to show my kids what they meant to me
But stayed so ready for the day them niggaz sent for me
Ghetto melodies
Bullets humming like a symphony
Rep the 3k like these niggaz really kin to me
Hella scars hella scabs it's a just a little skin to me
Another rap career killed that's far from a sin to me
Spill to the streets? Well, That's a win win for me
Did what it took
Had what it takes
Built with the real
Slid on the fakes
Devil had the wheel
God hit the brakes
Smoke inhalation
All the trials tribulations
This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Will power is real power
I Took bricks from burnt bridges went out and built towers
Young wild nigga kept stacking until our
Babies didn't have to go nights without milk powder
One dollar
And a dream
Now it's a dun dadda
Gun powder residue
Fed to the Rottweilers
Them Rich city days wasn't friendly to out of towners
Years later bones buried underneath pretty flowers
Who you telling
Nip died I felt qualified to drop my two pennies
Undersized shooters get heavy handed when too skinny
Internet trolling in 2020 is the new envy
Please tread gently my track record is too lengthy
Did what it took
Had what it takes
Built with the real
Slid on the fakes
Devil had the wheel
God hit the brakes
Smoke inhalation
All the trials tribulations
This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Yeah, This is years in the making
Deck stacked against me ima get no prob
Any given second I can go so Rob
Advising my situation that is not yo job
Track record banging like this record homie on God
Survived All odds
Gangsta neva in question
Released without confessions
The streets and lots of lessons
At peace without protection
Capiche? I'm never stressing
They sleep like Narcoleptics
I wake em' Like paramedics
I'm on
Friday July 30th 2021
Putting the finishing touches on this Mak book shit
Thinking bout how this all started
Shout out Robb Cole, Five10 Foss and Krytykal
We started with cassette tapes man
True years in the making shit
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making
Yeah
This is Years in the making