We Made It lyrics

[Intro]
It's a lot of it n*gga
Oh so your old ass don't wanna smoke with a n*gga?
I got weed
It's a lot of it n*gga
Yea, uh

[Verse]
n*gga we made it
n*ggas get jealous
The owner can't tell us sh*t n*gga we paid it
Look at the picture we painted
My sh*t make your sh*t get repainted
My n*gga I'm faded, S-O to pay me
Cause this year I promise they got it we take it
f*ck all them b*tches that hated
Last year I got lazy cause n*gga we mof*cking made it
No I ain't giving out favors
If n*ggas is talking then dissing is cool
Cause this year ain't no n*gga my neighbor
It's hundreds I'm running
I eat with Armenian n*ggas that get to that paper
I'm back on the road with a four and a baby
So baby just hit up my pager, n*gga I'm major
This sh*t was a movie, I took her for sushi
My kick is front Louie, my chick outta truly
Your b*tches are groupies, one of Wasatcha
My n*gga book me the flight
I was gon' book her the ticket to f*ck her
But it only took me one night and I damn near
Head in a Porsche I crashed the Panamera
I ain't got a damn care cause I'm the man in here
Walking with the metal cause the mof*cking devil
Ain't playing it fair, I throw a damn chair
Liquor and the weed got me looking like a n*gga with a blank stare
I'm in the bank yeah, every time I step up in your city
I'm the n*gga getting banked out, I said I said it before
She getting me high but give me head on the low
I been getting the dough but really getting it though
Got the KDE moving and that's a cheddar to go
I b-redded flow enough finesse on the low
You can never n*gga when I'm coming all up in it
n*ggas talk money but it's funny to me
They don't see me like the car tinted
(Ah!) Everything I'm doing gotta have an R in it
Audemar, Audecar, authentic
The streets wanna know why you and Drizzy Drake
Ain't been doing no features
I'm not for the answers the only thing I am is ready when he is
In living Jesus I nailed 'em my keeper to help me spit ether
My women let Bellevardé spill on designer they know I got cleaners
f*ck with me shawty, if it ain't me then who else?
We learned it from early don't bite off the hand
That's gon' feed you some wealth
Killer on the street, I preach and I repeat
No slip I sleep, I creep with my heat
Ice deep, even on my street with my peep the n*gga might try pre-or
Got off a tour, 'bout to go hop on another one
Tell a f*ck n*gga to fall back (Yup!)
Just like the summer done
Said it when I was eleven when I put the pen into the pad
Like Paramedic Pat, now we pull up pressing [?]
We done took an interception
Jugging in a cooking section, n*ggas took it that you took a lesson
But I didn't [?]
And you know the mof*cka in the hood
Rapping like a mof*cking hood reverend