[Hook]
So far to go
We gotta keep on [bad word] on

[Verse 1 - Trae The [bad word] 
I’m on a neverending vacation
Until my tires go flat
Or everything f-cked up and gonna fall off track
Picture me like a Kodak
Re-up, [bad word]  they know that
Feeling like I ain’t got [bad word] 
Work in back of a throwback
I’m cold up in this hallway
Hustling out it all day
Trying to get this money
And that Audi 8 in all grey
Haters say it’s over but you can tell them I’m busy
Professor with the books
? with a Smith &a Wesson
Trying to make it to the top, 100,000 miles away
Somewhere in Gabon, where guerillas known to fly cage
Pedal to the floor, I don’t know where I’m headed
But I know if I’m headed somewhere that ain’t for me, then you can get it
Minutes from losing focus, sick is from insane
Tell em [bad word] for it, stomach said the same thing
I’m nothing like a loser, knew I was here to win
F-ck if they close the door, knock tonight, [bad word] in

[Hook]
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though

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I’m from the bottom but I still try
Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try
The streets is all I know
But still I got so far to go

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
I used to play the corner with a 40 on my hip
Hanging in my ? how I’m gonna get up out this [bad word] 
Coppers spedning erry minute, I was dirty as a broom
I used to take it in the crib and write my raps up in the room
Trying to chase a dream
Who thought that I’d be cover of these magazines
Fresh from a jail cell, greasier than Vaseline
I went to BET [bad word] around with Mack machines
Busting shots and ducking shots with killers right in back of me
I never had a choice, I never really spoke a lot
I never had a voice until I started making noise
I went [bad word] with my boys to [bad word] niggas round the world
Them [bad word] used to turn me down but now
I’m f-cking all them girls, yeah. I’m from a city where these
Young’uns doomed. I was upset my father died and turned a young’n?.
For every killer, that was killed, there go another goon
So every track they send my way I’m gonna go summer june

[Hook]
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though

I’m from the bottom but I still try
Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try
The streets is all I know
But still I got so far to go

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]
Even with the magazine covers and the articles
I still got so far to go
9th-degree black belt in the Art of Blow
Cook pot and a spoon in my [bad word] 
School of Hard Knocks, made the honor roll
7 grams to a key, I was on a roll
Haters couldn’t stand it, I took it for granted
Misplaced a bag of money and didn’t panic
Yeah, on my road to the riches
Baby-blue diamonds and them hot yellow [bad word] 
You can’t cancel our Christmas
Italian roadsters, high yellow stitching
Yeah, what the f-ck is y’all pitching?
Hall of Fame with the O’s Cal Ripken
My hands still in the snow like mittens
Got my weight belt on: power-lifting
PUSH!

[Hook]
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though
I gotta make it
I gotta make it though

I’m from the bottom but I still try
Feeling like there ain’t a chance but I still try
The streets is all I know
But still I got so far to go