Made lyrics

[Intro]
Uhhhhhh
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I'm in
Fu-

[Verse 1]
Uhhhh
Took time
I knew that it would take time
I won't let these n*ggas take mine
Now I'm aging like I'm fine wine
Fine dine
Calling me up she tryna find time
And now I'm doing it i can't follow you
And now I'm doing it I can't follow you
I'm finally playing through
Yeah im going up
I was broke I ain't have nothing
Yeah it f*cking sucked
Aye call my bredrin up you tryna bop?
Are you tryna roll?
Yeah we tryna go
[Chorus]
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I'm in-
I'm France

[Verse 2]
I swear I'm wearing my jeweler
Yeah something to f*ck a dime
Yeah she calling me tryna f*ck
Uhhhhhh
Yeah
Swear I couldn't do it but i did it
Yeah say I couldn't do it but I did it
Yeah,I'm the man I'm really getting it
Yeah im the man just really getting it
n*ggas took bread I'm like quiet
f*cked up
I made a young n*gga,now he being weird
Out town
I'm in a studio up in France
Yeah they know I'm the man just by the glance
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yuhh
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I made it out my postcode
I'm in France
I'm in-
I'm in France

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