We Made It lyrics

[Intro]
Bruh, I really can't make this sh*t up
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street
Slime, slime, I'm f*ckin' with Nino, ayy, bro, what it do?
Uh, uh, yeah

[Chorus]
They was sleeping on me for a minute
New hoes on my line 'cause a young n*gga winning
My ex on my di*k 'cause a young n*gga made it
Lil' cuz call my phone like, "Boosie, you famous"
I know some young n*ggas thats jackin' the robbers
He saying, "Bala," but he ain't take his Shahada
What's his name got hit, he got cropped out the picture
I was 'bout to crash out, but I thought about India
A n*gga been hurt ever since March 1st
I'm good for the drank, Nino good for the Percs
I don't really give a f*ck, I'll blow up your street
They calling them plays, we stoppin' the jets
My man f*cked up when he signed to a label
Law on the block watching us like cable
Man, free YT, he'll be home real soon
I used to serve KD's in the bathroom

[Verse 1]
I thought about Miles while making this sh*t
If that car pull wrong, gon' bend, I'ma hit
Your spot moving slow, I can put you in motion
Bruh just met this b*tch, now her legs wide open
[Interlude]
And I can't go back
You ready?
Come on

[Verse 2]
It's like nine in the mornin', I went, upped a RP-15, I ain't even eat yet
Got a b*tch on the south act just like Yvette
Told bruh I'ma buy him a chain off the next rep
Uh, a big-ass chain, this one with your name
Big bro died, I still got his obituary
It remind me the good times changed
And all of this fame sh*t came
I just went, upped an OP-15, popped it as soon as I got it, I ain't wanna lose it
These n*ggas rappin' 'bout sh*t they ain't been through, I done dropped fifty-two shots like Luka
Think you gon' play with me, n*gga, you stupid
We can go band for band or shot for shot, however n*ggas wanna do it
f*cking with Boosie, a mind of a menace, I'm hoping they feelin' this Capital music

[Chorus]
They was sleeping on me for a minute
New hoes on my line 'cause a young n*gga winning
My ex on my di*k 'cause a young n*gga made it
Lil' cuz call my phone like, "Boosie, you famous"
I know some young n*ggas thats jackin' the robbers
He saying, "Bala," but he ain't take his Shahada
What's his name got hit, he got cropped out the picture
I was 'bout to crash out, but I thought about India
A n*gga been hurt ever since March first
I'm good for the drank, Nino good for the Percs
I don't really give a f*ck, I'll blow up your street
They calling them plays, we stoppin' the jets
My man f*cked up when he signed to a label
Law on the block watching us like cable
Man, free YT, he'll be home real soon
I used to serve KD's in the bathroom
[Outro]
n*gga, it's just me and Nino, we can't go back
Not now, not ever, yeah (We can't go back)
n*gga, we made it, ha
n*gga, I can't make it up