Make It Happen
Woodie Lyrics


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It, s hard to picture one time I had a strap in my mouth
With the hammer cocked back, about to blow my brains out
That, s some selfish shit, I, ve done dealt with it
I, d rather let some bullets exit shells and melt a pig
I, ve been accomplice to some cold shit, squeeze, unleash whole clips
Leave 'em body cold stiff, fuck 'em let their soul drift
And if there's repercussions bring it, there will be no disscussions
I did it for a reason, gives a fuck if he's your cousin
Any opposition, Ima fight to stop their mission
Trespasser, slang master tryinna take what God has given
For your dealin' with the mental state of mind
That could short circut any time, struggle to keep myself in line
Neva disreguard vendettas, gotta stay alive to render
Death upon those that chose to jump ship in stormy weather




Fuck the cheddar, give me thoughts of berettas
Some hand grenades and ak's, to kill his pride for the devil, recognize

Overall Meaning

In Woodie's song "Make It Happen," he describes his past experiences with weapons and violence. He opens up about his struggles with suicidal thoughts and how he once had a gun in his mouth, ready to end his life. He later admits to being involved in criminal activities, including shooting and killing people, showing no remorse for his actions, and even feeling justified in some cases. He talks about his willingness to fight against anyone who tries to oppose him or take away what he believes is rightfully his.


Throughout the lyrics, he emphasizes the importance of staying alive, even if it means resorting to violence. He speaks candidly about the dangers of living in a mental state that could "short-circuit" at any moment and how he has struggled to keep himself in line. To him, staying alive means settling vendettas and rendering death to those who have wronged him. Woodie highlights the allure of guns and how they can empower those who wield them.


Overall, Woodie's lyrics depict a life of chaos, violence, and desperation, where guns and death are part of everyday life. The song shows the darker side of human nature and the extreme that some people will go to protect their reputation or defend their territory.


Line by Line Meaning

It's hard to picture one time I had a strap in my mouth
I find it difficult to imagine, but there was a time when I contemplated suicide.


With the hammer cocked back, about to blow my brains out
I had a firearm ready to use to end my life.


That's some selfish shit, I've done dealt with it
I now recognize that it was an incredibly selfish act.


I'd rather let some bullets exit shells and melt a pig
I would rather use a gun to shoot a police officer.


I've been accomplice to some cold shit, squeeze, unleash whole clips
I have been involved in violent crimes where I fired entire magazines of bullets.


Leave 'em body cold stiff, fuck 'em let their soul drift
I don't care if my victims die, I will leave their bodies cold and stiff.


And if there's repercussions bring it, there will be no discussions
I'm willing to face the consequences for my actions and will not negotiate.


I did it for a reason, gives a fuck if he's your cousin
I had a justification for my actions, and I don't care if my victims were my family.


Any opposition, Ima fight to stop their mission
I will use violence to oppose anyone who stands in my way.


Trespasser, slang master tryinna take what God has given
I will use violence to defend what I believe is mine.


For your dealing with the mental state of mind
I am struggling with my mental health.


That could short circuit any time, struggle to keep myself in line
I acknowledge that my mental state could deteriorate at any moment, and I'm working hard to stay in control.


Never disregard vendettas, gotta stay alive to render
I will never forget or forgive those who have wronged me, and I will defend myself against them.


Death upon those that chose to jump ship in stormy weather
I will use violence to punish those who abandon me when times get tough.


Fuck the cheddar, give me thoughts of berettas
Money doesn't matter to me; I am driven by violent thoughts.


Some hand grenades and ak's, to kill his pride for the devil, recognize
I am willing to use weapons like grenades and rifles to fight against those who oppose me, even if it means siding with evil forces.




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