Made Me (feat. NoCap)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Yeah
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car it came from Satan (Yeah)
In '22, I had a baby
I'm chasin' M&Ms, but I ain't tryna get Slim Shady
These niggas was feminine so I'm just tryna see who raised 'em
I swear my life was hard, this shit was harder than thе pavement
Yeah, had to sleep in cars, swеar I did that shit for days, huh
Robbin' everybody like this shit run in my veins, yeah
I can be the bank, but Hunxho still'll never change, yeah
I went paid bond before I ever bought a chain
Street nigga, bought a 'Cat, but I ain't get it in my name, yeah
These boys like Godzilla, name bigger than my gang
They flippin' any car, so ain't no swervin' in my lane
Tried to give me seven years, but I can't serve it, that's a shame (damn, that's a shame)
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car, it came from Satan
Hellcats and Demons
Check on the smoke and they say everything okay with us
Last night I talked to God, he told me I don't pray enough
And fuck them fake friends, I don't feel they real as us
Didn't hold me down, they tried they best to try to hold me up
I seen this before, I think I'm workin' on my third life
Drive that Lambo how I want, I just took it through the red light
I come out that gutter where it ain't no love at
Where niggas kill they homies that they growed up with
But never killed an opp, that's just some shit I don't get
Nigga tried to up on Wop, got hit up with his own blick
If it ain't on me, it's close to me, I know niggas'll snake me
Get my homie back for these diamonds, I promise I'll take it
Brand new foreigns all through the hood to see my auntie
Know she love to see me shinin', yeah, yeah
Damn near gave up on that same block, can you blame me?
Is I'm livin' or dyin'? Yeah, yeah
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car, it came from Satan (Lord, Lord, Lord)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Yeah
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car it came from Satan (Yeah)
In '22, I had a baby
I'm chasin' M&Ms, but I ain't tryna get Slim Shady
These niggas was feminine so I'm just tryna see who raised 'em
I swear my life was hard, this shit was harder than thе pavement
Yeah, had to sleep in cars, swеar I did that shit for days, huh
Robbin' everybody like this shit run in my veins, yeah
I can be the bank, but Hunxho still'll never change, yeah
I went paid bond before I ever bought a chain
Street nigga, bought a 'Cat, but I ain't get it in my name, yeah
These boys like Godzilla, name bigger than my gang
They flippin' any car, so ain't no swervin' in my lane
Tried to give me seven years, but I can't serve it, that's a shame (damn, that's a shame)
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car, it came from Satan
Hellcats and Demons
Check on the smoke and they say everything okay with us
Last night I talked to God, he told me I don't pray enough
And fuck them fake friends, I don't feel they real as us
Didn't hold me down, they tried they best to try to hold me up
I seen this before, I think I'm workin' on my third life
Drive that Lambo how I want, I just took it through the red light
I come out that gutter where it ain't no love at
Where niggas kill they homies that they growed up with
But never killed an opp, that's just some shit I don't get
Nigga tried to up on Wop, got hit up with his own blick
If it ain't on me, it's close to me, I know niggas'll snake me
Get my homie back for these diamonds, I promise I'll take it
Brand new foreigns all through the hood to see my auntie
Know she love to see me shinin', yeah, yeah
Damn near gave up on that same block, can you blame me?
Is I'm livin' or dyin'? Yeah, yeah
You don't trust 'em, gotta play 'em close
It be the ones you love the most
Two guns just like Rambo, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, Lord, Lord, Lord
Hard times made me
I wanna leave the street, but I can't lie, that's who raised me
I ain't tell my daughter I been losin' my patience
Tryna go to Heaven, but my car, it came from Satan (Lord, Lord, Lord)
Credits
Writer(s): Tahj Morgan, Dondre Moore, Tobias Karl Fagerstroem, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo, Joseph Grant Langston
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