REASON – Might Not Make It Lyrics

Might Not Make It By REASON

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Like if I’m there, like twenty-four hours, like

This-this is just a joke, f— these sensitive a– n—–, look

Visions of wantin’ to die, I looked the Devil in eye

Suicide all on the mind, I might not make it

This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise

I got the Devil inside, I might not make it

If I only had twenty-four, I’d be harassin’ the youth

Kidnap Trump and Ghost Rider and let ’em crash in the coupe

I’d have s– with Laurie, Rihanna, a Kardashian too

Might just f— everybody like Kardashians do

I muck duck tape some City Girls and roll through the city

They scream, “Periodt,” with period blood all over their t——

Pop a pill or knocked up, they got us rollin’ more

I f— ’em on a lil’ boat since he wrote it for him

F—– that stallion in the stable, been Meg all over the table

She screamin’ out, “Drive the boat,” while I’m tryna drive her disable

I leak all the Dot music, rock music if I’m able

Top call, I laugh at ’em, screamin’, “I’m the best at the label”

I shoot every single fan in the stomach that leave a comment

“When Zay album comin’?” It come when it come, n—-

I might make these old n—– stop hatin’ on young n—–

I might kill every rapper fakin’ to be a thug n—-

Visions of wantin’ to die, I looked the Devil in eye

Suicide all on the mind, I might not make it

This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise

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I got the Devil inside, I might not make it

Visions of wantin’ to die, I looked the Devil in eye

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Suicide all on the mind, I might not make it

This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise

I got the Devil inside, I might not make it

Drink a bottle of wine with Ari Lennox on some leather sheets

Rub her down with shea, but the s– make the vocals elite

I make her do scissor with SZA, I be watchin’, record

Marry Khloe in Vegas, give her c—, then divorce her

I f— Mike Persons wife, sperm swimmin’ through, coursin’

And punch her dead in the stomach, and give that b—- an abortion

I take every rapper screamin’ mental health to sell records

Torture their kids until they all sufferin’ from depression

Bring Tekashi out of prison and drop him in the Nine Treys

Take a walk with Summer Walker down a homeless block in LA

Hit Cozz phone and tell him Top finna be pullin’ up

As soon as he go to rob him, we gon’ set that n—- up (Yeah, gimme the keys, n—-)

Tell Laurie Harvey to sit on my face while I keep her balanced

Maybe not, ’cause she done been with more rappers than DJ Khaled (Another one)

I swear, if I only have one more day

Rewind the clock and turn West into the old Kanye

Visions of wantin’ to die, I looked the Devil in eye (Hahaha)

Suicide all on the mind, I might not make it (I’m just kidding)

This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise

I got the Devil inside (I’m serious right now), I might not make it (I’m just kidding)

Visions of wantin’ to die, I looked the Devil in eye

Suicide all on the mind, I might not make it (I might not have)

This my last minutes alive, might as well live in demise

I got the Devil inside, I might not make it

Everybody just so, everybody just, why so serious? Why?

Is this camera on me? That’s stupid guys, like, hahaha

Yeah

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