Made Men

Lyrics

[Intro: Flee Lord] Brrt, brrt, brrt Put me up in the headphones, French (brrt, brrt, brrt) Aye (boom, boom, boom) Let's go Lord, lord [Verse 1: Flee Lord] All I ever did was move the ye Short on paper, nigga, not today I got a lot to say, you could die today I'm from dirty-ass Far Rockaway We done lost stacks, we done lost [?] I swear to God, we won't lose me Got a tre pound and a uzi I call that there, a mean two-piece (boom, boom) We makin' dark while the light shinin' Got a nice iron, while ya wife cryin' I save bread, I don't like buyin' I'm outside like a fire hydrant Bulletproof like Dolph whip Get your heart hit, don't start shit (brrrt) Right in front of that market, I never miss my target (brrrt) I'll rearrange your livin' room You brought a stick, I got a bigger broom Keep it G, I'ma sweep the street Then run down on them niggas soon (get 'em) Retired shooter like Kobe, nigga Bought double guns, had a lonely trigger Better pass that if you owe me, nigga 'Fore I pull the knife out slowly, nigga (get 'em) Care for the people (care for the people) Stamped on the diesel (stamped on the diesel) Pussy so you gon' (pussy so you gon') Get jammed when I see you (get 'em, get 'em) I'm hands on, nigga, I'll blam some quicker Outside [?] 'till the grams gone, nigga Ain't shit gon' change, money or the fame (no) I'm still gon' be the same with all my niggas (Look) [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] All I ever did was hustle blow Been a shooter, you already fucking know Shoot a movie on your strip on Russell Crowe I'm from dirty east side Buffalo Lost Chine Gun, we lost D Black, matter of fact almost lost me But I bounced back and leveled way up Bitch, you pissed off, I just called Flee Get 'em off me We were serving these drugs, came from the bottom, the dirt and the mud Yeah (got 'em) Connect [?] We take all his bricks and we murder the plug (yeah) Kill every beat that I get on, that's just what I certainly does (yeah) I spent a bag on my jeweler, your pieces is courtesy [?] (damn) Somebody gave you a necklace, I spent the 60 I paid for my necklace (nah) These ain't [?], my guy I spent a little more change for VS' (yeah) Look, I like them bitches that chocolate and thick, I ain't changin' my preference (come here, bitch) I fuck her at four in the morning then skate I ain't stayin' for breakfast (ha, woah) Machine won't hit her, if she basic I ain't even drop my album on a major yet, still I pull up in a spaceship Still drop 20 on my bracelet Yeah, I still be on that May shit That's that hood you shouldn't play with That get niggas bullets in they faces Lord (brrrt)