MADE ME

Lyrics

[Intro] Hot fire Yeah yeah Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Still sane, XL Yeah [Chorus] 2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me More money, more problems, I feel amazing Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement [Verse 1] I can't switch on none of my niggas, that's absurd All my feathers flock together like a bird We get racks in any weather off the curb All my young niggas too clever when they serve We did awkward to sell just for the dog food I can't serve none of these niggas, I don't know you We done whipped half a chicken straight of the produce You can't run off on my pack 'cause that's a bold move We got choppers and scopes like G.I. Joe do We got the dope off the coast, we makin' boat moves I push your buttons, lil' nigga, just like remotes do Ain't no discussion, that super on me will soak you [Chorus] 2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me More money, more problems, I feel amazing Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement [Verse 2] My bullets flyin', they flutter, my choppers st-st-st-stutter I got the lightning and thunder, y'all better go and take cover This ain't the the 1960's, nigga, I can't be your brother That mean we don't know each other, that mean we never got money I feel the pain from the rain, now my days, they be sunny I can't contain what's in my brain and my pockets is chubby How you gonna become a millionaire? You used to be a flunkie How the fuck you got you clean money when you still servin' junkies? I just get the check from my city, now they say that I'm runnin' All that shit that you claimin' you did, my niggas done done it All my niggas sendin' off keys while you was dancin' and clubbin' Let it rain straight at the crib, from a flash to the floodin', yeah [Chorus] 2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me More money, more problems, I feel amazing Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement, yeah [Outro] Ghetto Greatness