I Made It
Uh, money on my mind
And I replay them thoughts about it
All this shade feel overcrowded
I'm infused with all this music just human life with the vitals
Used to shoot for stars
Now it's feeling suicidal
Ain't got to move with my idols
Cause I got to move when they idle
I'm a brand new coupe when I ride through
And it's black and white vitiligo
I don't follow trends to go viral they follow me like disciples
No I ain't rich but I'm the shit ain't life a bitch on its cycle
Hear me preach this my fellowship
Just me on my level bitch
Just to reach you need several zips
Your girl trying to fuck but want a ring she so arrogant
No wifing I don't want to miss a thing this that Aerosmith
I thank God that I made it, I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it, I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it
I thank God that I made it
And that spot looking vacant
All the girls and they friends
I got all the girls and they friends
Smaller circle, Bigger ends
I switch the flow up any time
Endless vibes, we'll slide
Money is all I think about
That's how I keep me in mind
All my dawgs I hold them down
Trying to dodge these PETA fines
You know what I do I run the game
You know what I earned Adidas signs
In these streets I'm leaning out
That big body cleavage out
Heard them odds just evened out
No we don't believe in drought
Demon time the demons out
I don't need a vouch
And I carry more weight than this
I feel like a libra now
We paper chase bring them racks in
Then re-run it 'what's happening'
I told my niggas to tap in
Shit like handicap matches
We paper chase bring them racks in
Then re-run it 'what's happening'
I told my niggas to tap in
Shit like handicap matches
Still I thank God that I made it,
I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it,
I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
And I replay them thoughts about it
All this shade feel overcrowded
I'm infused with all this music just human life with the vitals
Used to shoot for stars
Now it's feeling suicidal
Ain't got to move with my idols
Cause I got to move when they idle
I'm a brand new coupe when I ride through
And it's black and white vitiligo
I don't follow trends to go viral they follow me like disciples
No I ain't rich but I'm the shit ain't life a bitch on its cycle
Hear me preach this my fellowship
Just me on my level bitch
Just to reach you need several zips
Your girl trying to fuck but want a ring she so arrogant
No wifing I don't want to miss a thing this that Aerosmith
I thank God that I made it, I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it, I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it
I thank God that I made it
And that spot looking vacant
All the girls and they friends
I got all the girls and they friends
Smaller circle, Bigger ends
I switch the flow up any time
Endless vibes, we'll slide
Money is all I think about
That's how I keep me in mind
All my dawgs I hold them down
Trying to dodge these PETA fines
You know what I do I run the game
You know what I earned Adidas signs
In these streets I'm leaning out
That big body cleavage out
Heard them odds just evened out
No we don't believe in drought
Demon time the demons out
I don't need a vouch
And I carry more weight than this
I feel like a libra now
We paper chase bring them racks in
Then re-run it 'what's happening'
I told my niggas to tap in
Shit like handicap matches
We paper chase bring them racks in
Then re-run it 'what's happening'
I told my niggas to tap in
Shit like handicap matches
Still I thank God that I made it,
I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
I thank God that I made it,
I thank God that I made it
I got it locked I done safe'd it
Now my ops need a favor
Fuck them, don't need props when they faking
And that spot looking vacant
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Writer(s): Antwan Barner
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