Made it Out - Freestyle

Ayy, coming to you live from the motherfucking Burgh
Ayy, shout out to my mom, cause she the one who raised me
And shout out to SFN, cause that's Who made me
Got a big crib window glass tinted

No neighbors we can trap in it
This a M8 and it's fast with it
Fly past with it, do the dash with it
Aldi's how I bag bitches, they was laughing at me back then

But now I'm laughing at them driving past the bitches
I'm up, I ain't coming back, bitches
You was with me when I had digits
But when I was broke, you wanna act different

Bad bitch with an attitude, I hit it from the back, I be ass kicking
Bathroom with no toilet paper, cause Washington
I wipe my ass with him, my swag dripping
What are those? That shit ain't fly like a bad mitten

Don't like me, that's that
But I'mma plot if I can't get a little bag with him
My bag different
Last idiot tried to run up, didn't know I'm strapped with it

Made it out and went back in it
Riding around in this M8
At the Quick Trip putting gas in it
I'm smoking gas in it

Smoking dope, blowing smoke out the window
Ayy, this some gas innit
Got track phones still back flipping
Got mad racks in the stash hidden

They ass backwards with this cash getting I'm him
At the gym working my back in it
Really done to ran it up
Adding racks to racks like
I'm a mathematician

And I started out with nothing
But I ended up in your dad's position
And I went in all or nothing
And they tried to say that was a bad decision

I was really down bad, ain't have shit
So I had to get it
I could really show your ass how to get rich
But you have to listen

I could really help you cast a vision
I don't do nothing last minute
If I say it, it's the truth homie
This no cap, no catfishing

If we on the same team, just keep it a bean dog
I don't have to mention
I just fed the whole damn team like they my adolescents
No nonsense

These rookies don't know how to run it up
They just crawling
Really started out with nothing
Now a young'n really balling

And I'm still staying humble
This LV on my wallet
I've been in my duffel or bag, whatever they call it
They don't know where I'm coming from

Got a few cribs with an office
But they got to know I just doubled
I've been running shit like the offense
They ain't knocking my hustle

Really made a mill without college
Ayy I'm way too lit
SFN on my skin
And I'm iced out like a brick

And my whip came off a ship
Go tell the world I'm on my shit
I just doubled down, can't quit
And I bagged my bitch like a zip

She can smell it on me that I'm rich
You can smell it on me that I'm rich
I just flipped a three to a six
I've been with my team since we was gits

Some ain't in the streets, some is crips
But we good, whoever I'm with
I got real ones down the ride
So I cut them in on the split

Even my pops and them keep sticks
Ayy