Nell
Chicago to Florida (ft. Nellé)
We gon’ make it out
Of my momma house

Streets they can vouch for me*

Born in Chicago but I’m Florida raised
Was a bad ass jit, always misbehaved
Was hanging ‘round the killas, drug dealas
But I always knew I would make eight figures

I doubted myself, they told me keep going
I stay in my hood, they see my diamonds glowing
Used to go to Walmart for all my clothing
Now I’m flyer than a kite
$o$o bout to bubble, popping shit like some Sprite
Seen my first 100k, that’s a new sight
We comin’ from the same place, show some love
Clean as fuck, head to toe
Like some dove
Can’t believe it, thank thе man above

I just wanna make it out
And buy my mom a house
Zеro dollas in my bank account
Pockets overflowed, I don’t know the amount
I just had to make it count
No more sleeping on my momma couch
Face gate in the streets they can vouch
Ask the streets, they can vouch
Hit my first lick at thirteen
On the block with my dawgs
Serving dope fiends
Where I’m from we get to it by any means
Where I’m from we don’t say you flaw
Bitch we say green

And free my daddy out the pen
I ‘on even know when I’ma see him again
That’s my OG and I’m his kin
We forever locked in
I’d rather him be locked up than in a coffin

They see me shinin’
But don’t see behind the scenes
Long nights in the ‘yo with no sleep
I had to lose to learn
No more crossing me, those bridges burnt
Rest in peace Jayo, I heard the news my stomach turned

I just wanna make it out
And buy my mom a house
Zero dollas in my bank account
Pockets overflowed, I don’t know the amount
I just had to make it count
No more sleeping on my momma couch
Face gate in the streets they can vouch
Ask the streets, they can vouch
Wanna make it out of my momma house