Make Me (From The Netflix Series "Rhythm + Flow")

One day soon, I'mma cross that line
I've been taking my time
I got patience, but I've been waiting
Feels like my whole life
To meet my maker, meet my flaws
See my daddy, see my dawgs
Tell my mama we gon' be alright

I've been spending my life tryna to keep my heart
Tryna keep my time, I'm failing
Tell me, what's the use?
Make me, break me, what can I do?
When the blood on my hands don't wash away
Money I make don't take away
All of the pain, all of the shame
All of the dreams that faded away

Maybe I want too much, maybe I thought too much
Maybe I fought too much, maybe it's simple
Maybe I'm done, maybe we're done
Take off the mask and throw me out
Pull in the reins and roll me out
Give me my chains and send me out
Open your heart and hear me out
Open your heart and hear me out
Open your heart and hear me out
Open your heart and hear me out

Jay Taj, I think you're good
Woo-hoo!
But I don't know if you're great
But I don't know if you're great

I've been working out
You've been talking 'bout shit that you don't even know
(But really you could) take a picture
The perfection won't be in reflection when you lookin' back
(So maybe you could) call me that, but never call me that late
I'mma give it, give it, give it, go, let go

Would you mind if I take my time to get the frame right?
I'm working all night for the light when I (take that)
Take back what I made back (damn)
I don't wanna be the needle in a haystack (no)
I don't wanna be the one that'll run
To the meal in an '01 done with a tape deck (no)
Could you picture me or picture that?
Through a Nikon or Kodak Black? (Click-click)
Let me wind it back (Click-click)
Let me run that back

Y'all really call this a competition, huh?
You motherfuckers ain't make me
Y'all really call this a competition, huh?

Hooter flowin' over Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
I be with the realest, homie, I be with them big dawgs
Barkin' up a tree that you ain't tryna see, the top's not alone
That's just something that I'm tryna be
I still got a backseat full of track meets (whoa)
If I blurt it, hope you heard it, I'd prefer that you don't ask me
Waited too long for that "pat me on the back" shit
Back when I was pulling shit together, you looked past it

Never been the type to beg for a retweet (no)
Beg for a handout (no), beg for a cheat sheet (no)
Hopped on the show and got exactly what I needed
I had a little moment, but every moment is fleeting
And look, it's kinda funny how it get that way
Get to yapping on the gram in a bitch-ass way
All that sub-tweetin', talkin' all that bitch-ass game
They look in VIP and see his bitch with bitch-ass Jay (ha ha)

Penthouse like a compound, uh (Spring Street)
It's crazy how they come around now, uh (they need me)
We up, but we downtown, uh (Spring Street)
Don't come around if you don't wow
Look at Westside Jerry goin' boo-yow
Hoppin' out the Forum All Samoans in a luau
We old-school like the Monte Carlo with the two-door type of shit
That's chess, not checkers, thought you knew tho

Bitch, I had it crackin' back when I had the braids, I never played
(But I balled) but I'm Anthony Dav, I never swayed (swayed it out)
Oh yeah, I'm Anthony Graves, I'm say hey (hey)
It's like I'm Willi-am Mays, I swear to God
That I can't remember where the fuck I started at
My homies love me, they won't tell me where your body at (no)
Where I'm from, that's every night on the almanac
Where them outsiders getting popped for their wallet at
Where the hooter floatin' over Bristol (Bristol)

Look, I'm with the realest, homie, I'm with them big dawgs
Barkin' up a tree that you ain't tryna see, the top's not alone
That's just something that I'm tryna be
I still got it