Made lyrics

[Produced By Jay Storm]

[Intro]
Who the f*ck are you? talking to a made man
Who the f*ck are you? talking to a made man
Talking to a made man, I’m a made man

[Verse 1]
I say amen, sacrifice 8 men
All black with my gold on
I was off, now a n*gga on
Taking pictures with my gold on
I was off, now a n*gga on
In my zone, smoking up the zone
Bullet hard hitters, [?] chrome
These n*ggas [?], they be bodying n*ggas
Get out your body, and somebody that might body a n*gga
I be cooling with the baddest of b*tches
Smoking Ralph out of bottles cause we ran out of swishers
n*ggas b*tches, I don’t f*ck with bich n*ggas
Yeah all my n*ggas real n*ggas and we envy the drilling
n*ggas telling got the most time
No talking folks, [?]
Smoking dope with the gods, f*cking these broads, doing it large
f*ck n*gga sell hard, [?] rock, n*ggas crack god
You gone think life is a b*tch
With them b*tches [?] and they sucking some di*k
Foreign cars, foreign broads, foreign planes stay trip
I’m made, I’m made
[Hook][x4]
M A D E, that’s me

I’m a made man, you made up
I’m hard bodied, you play tough
I just f*cked, you laid up
b*tch so loud, get sprayed up
Rounds out the magazine and it’s [?]
I am a god, b*tches calling me their savior
Lou Lou all about his paper
I brought guns for the haters
I brought guns for the b*tches
All this money, but none for the b*tches
Bad b*tches, got a ton of them b*tches
All this money, Imma buy me a [?]
I be grinding in my [?], I be riding and smoking
I be grinding with your b*tch, she shotgun smoking weed
Fu Fu is the gang, get money is the creed
I be blowing money fast on the way to the cash
Got a need for the speed
D1 soldiers, no fatigue
Go in your room, or compete
b*tch I ball like repeat
b*tch I [?]

[Hook]