Makin’ It Right

[Intro]
Yeah
Once again
Yeah
Young Valentine you a monster for this man
On the real
Yeah
Check it out
You're chilling with your boy Hadee from the 13

[Verse 1]
Yo check
Yo niggas know how I'm doing it
Know how I'm viewing it
20/20 vision eyes set on pursuing it
I be the true in it
Never been a false nigga
Drinking premium beer halt with the malt liquor
My thoughts make your body parts shiver
Make the beat of your heart switch up
With the styles that I deliver
Back to reality, cats lacking originality
Scheming on flashing their salary
But the cash has no amount to me
I can't help it but my love is greater
Never been a zero but I drop lines as hot as the equator
Circling around the globe
I rep for hip-hop until my name is found in stone
Rock the mic with a surrounding glow over my body
The last dragon of rapping is your boy Hadee
Its funny how you carbon copy for the paper
I run through your league whether you minor or major

[Hook]
Everyday of my life
I gotta keep my eyes closed
There's too many haters in sight, haters in sight
Make me want to start initiating in fights
But until there's nothing left I'll be making it right
(x2)

[Verse 2]
Uh check
Its Rashid making it live
Taking my time, shining light in your eyes
They be making you blind for real
See before I go and sign a deal
I got my ass covered, ya'll be trying to steal
Trying to play a nigga, shadys when your mind revealed
Time reveals eventually
I spit lyrically because its in my chemistry
Lyrics mentally paint a picture
In true color appearing vividly
Ain't no sense in me coming fake with this
That shit is played out ya'll need to update your shit
I'm setting fire to that ass, cremate your shit
Nigga you ain't even a runner up
You placing fifth, I display the gift excellent
Your rhymes ain't fat nigga, they just pregnant
Holding the spawn of your favorite emcee
Its like a dungeon full of dragons when I slay emcees

[Hook]
Everyday of my life
I gotta keep my eyes closed
There's too many haters in sight, haters in sight
Make me want to start initiating in fights
But until there's nothing left I'll be making it right
(x2)

[Verse 3]
I been spitting for years
From the eyes dripping with tears
To the happy times living sincere
I'm just sending through music and giving to ears
Smoking on a Black 'n Mild while I'm sipping the beer
The vision is clear niggas don't need no binoculars to see it
Its evident, the rhetoric is rocking it
Repeated, I speak with full determination
Your rhymes is tired and your fake (?)
Searching for a better day, it got me on my knees praying
Its Chapter 13 on the scene, don't mistake it
Bang this in your stereo, hit rewind and replay it
I display it in a vast array
My lyricals lacerate minimal cats taht fake
Never giving them a chance to race away in opposite directions
You can't take away what is destined
Nigga

[Hook]
Everyday of my life
I gotta keep my eyes closed
There's too many haters in sight, haters in sight
Make me want to start initiating in fights
But until there's nothing left I'll be making it right
(x2)

[Bridge]
But until there's nothing left
I be making it right
But until there's nothing left
I be making it right
Everday of my life

[Sample: Lou Rawls]
They say this is a big rich town I live in the poorest part
I was raised on a dead-end street in a city without a heart
I learned to fight before I was six only way I could get along
But when you're raised on a dead-end street you have to be tough and strong