Make It Out by Kid Rated R Lyrics
[Intro]
Yea, it's the, it's the Kid (Kid, Kid)
Know what I'm talkin' bout'
[Verse: The Kid Rated R]
I was coolin’ out in my old hood, ridin’ round with my old crew
In my potna’s old school, and just then we passed my old school
Got me thinkin' bout' where we goin’ to, where we are now, what we've grown through
And how to take all them thoughts I told you, and then show you through these Pro Tools
Like fuck it son turn the mics on, watch the kid get his Tyson
Nah I don’t mean my bite on, I mean that punch line hook with the right arm
And that’s a metaphor for our lives huh, Cause every day we had to fight for it
My brother work three jobs all night for it, with three kids strugglin’ to keep the lights on
With that minimum wage, minimum pay, tax take half off like a minimum day
And he just came home from a criminal stay, tryna' do everything not to slip in his ways
But his car broke and he gotta catch the bus, and the police be harassin' him
They be askin' him and then slammin' him before he even get the chance to answer em'
Like, that’s where my tax money go protect and serve?
That’s what he’s thinkin' while his face is sinkin' in the curb
They got us feelin' like the voice of those that’s never heard
That’s on my word I speak for all of ya'll in every verse
[Chorus: The Kid Rated R and Rebecca Nobel]
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
Man we came up from nothin’ so ain’t too much that can break us
Off the tracks that I’m tapin', couple people be hatin’
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this
Mother, brother, sister, grandma, aunty, uncle, cousins too
Thought it, now we wanted it, we bout' it till it’s comin' true (true, true)
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this mother
[Verse: Emilio Rojas]
Daddy left us, Mommas trust us, she worked triples just to make it better
Little sister had no protection, she date bitches that don’t respect her
Older sister, no affection, last Christmas turned the fam' against her
She skipped out on the man she lived with, who loved her kids and didn’t treat em' different
The place I live in, full of victims, no faith, they got no religion
No fathers to show us different, so we grow up where hope is missin’
Latin people in a low position, workin' jobs and got no commission
Go to school and pay no tuition, get no diploma, make our own restrictions
Uptown with Dominicans and Boricuas that I’m livin' with
Everybody wanna talk shit about us and holler at all our women then
And everybody wanna forget about where they from when they start gettin' it
It’s so fucked up, but I come up, and I work for every bit of it, yeah
Cause Latin’s goin' platinum is destined to come
And I just wanna follow in the footsteps of Big Pun
The Venezuelan assailant now they checkin’ for us
I'm thankin' God I come up, lets get it done
[Chorus]
[Verse: The Kid Rated R]
Thank my Grandmama, well actually
It started with my Grandpapa, that got his ride to America
Off the damn Dodgers, then brought his family cause
Back home they ain’t have nada, pot to piss in
Or furnished window to throw it outta, but lost it all
Cause he got too involved with that bottle, losin’
And left my grandma in the wind, with no money to raise them kids
In that two room apartment, with a friend that had four more kids
And she say she’d do it again if it meant we can live like this
From broke like nobody’s business to openin' up businesses
And my cousins get scholarships, but I ain’t big on colleges
Cause they put years, and don’t get jobs in the field they studied in, so
I gotta do it my way, Sinatra flow
And yea I done been locked before, and took a couple losses though
I’ve overcome my obstacles, the kids watch and they gotta know
That even if we don’t make it we still made it seem possible
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Make it out this mother fucker
Make it out this mother fucker
Make it out this mother, oh...
Baby, baby no...
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this mother
Yea, it's the, it's the Kid (Kid, Kid)
Know what I'm talkin' bout'
[Verse: The Kid Rated R]
I was coolin’ out in my old hood, ridin’ round with my old crew
In my potna’s old school, and just then we passed my old school
Got me thinkin' bout' where we goin’ to, where we are now, what we've grown through
And how to take all them thoughts I told you, and then show you through these Pro Tools
Like fuck it son turn the mics on, watch the kid get his Tyson
Nah I don’t mean my bite on, I mean that punch line hook with the right arm
And that’s a metaphor for our lives huh, Cause every day we had to fight for it
My brother work three jobs all night for it, with three kids strugglin’ to keep the lights on
With that minimum wage, minimum pay, tax take half off like a minimum day
And he just came home from a criminal stay, tryna' do everything not to slip in his ways
But his car broke and he gotta catch the bus, and the police be harassin' him
They be askin' him and then slammin' him before he even get the chance to answer em'
Like, that’s where my tax money go protect and serve?
That’s what he’s thinkin' while his face is sinkin' in the curb
They got us feelin' like the voice of those that’s never heard
That’s on my word I speak for all of ya'll in every verse
[Chorus: The Kid Rated R and Rebecca Nobel]
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
Man we came up from nothin’ so ain’t too much that can break us
Off the tracks that I’m tapin', couple people be hatin’
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this
Mother, brother, sister, grandma, aunty, uncle, cousins too
Thought it, now we wanted it, we bout' it till it’s comin' true (true, true)
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this mother
[Verse: Emilio Rojas]
Daddy left us, Mommas trust us, she worked triples just to make it better
Little sister had no protection, she date bitches that don’t respect her
Older sister, no affection, last Christmas turned the fam' against her
She skipped out on the man she lived with, who loved her kids and didn’t treat em' different
The place I live in, full of victims, no faith, they got no religion
No fathers to show us different, so we grow up where hope is missin’
Latin people in a low position, workin' jobs and got no commission
Go to school and pay no tuition, get no diploma, make our own restrictions
Uptown with Dominicans and Boricuas that I’m livin' with
Everybody wanna talk shit about us and holler at all our women then
And everybody wanna forget about where they from when they start gettin' it
It’s so fucked up, but I come up, and I work for every bit of it, yeah
Cause Latin’s goin' platinum is destined to come
And I just wanna follow in the footsteps of Big Pun
The Venezuelan assailant now they checkin’ for us
I'm thankin' God I come up, lets get it done
[Chorus]
[Verse: The Kid Rated R]
Thank my Grandmama, well actually
It started with my Grandpapa, that got his ride to America
Off the damn Dodgers, then brought his family cause
Back home they ain’t have nada, pot to piss in
Or furnished window to throw it outta, but lost it all
Cause he got too involved with that bottle, losin’
And left my grandma in the wind, with no money to raise them kids
In that two room apartment, with a friend that had four more kids
And she say she’d do it again if it meant we can live like this
From broke like nobody’s business to openin' up businesses
And my cousins get scholarships, but I ain’t big on colleges
Cause they put years, and don’t get jobs in the field they studied in, so
I gotta do it my way, Sinatra flow
And yea I done been locked before, and took a couple losses though
I’ve overcome my obstacles, the kids watch and they gotta know
That even if we don’t make it we still made it seem possible
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Make it out this mother fucker
Make it out this mother fucker
Make it out this mother, oh...
Baby, baby no...
It was all just a dream, then we started to chase it
But all the strugglers love it just to see one of us make it up out this mother