I Made It

I used to live in a council estate Now I live in a mansion with gates I did it again Someone order a casket, I'm killin' my game Now my ego is growin' as big as my chain Your life won't get better by chance It only gets better with change So start making changes You cannot get rich quick and rush greatness You need to work hard and stay patient Until you make it When my brothers go jail, I make sure we're good and drop P's to the fam' When your' brothers go jail, you just post up a picture of them with the caption "Free all the gang" Free all the gang, free all the gang I hеar what you sayin', man, free all the gang But your brother's in jail and needs help with his lawyеr And the only thing you've done is say free all the gang I got fed to the wolves in the streets, then came back home leadin' the pack Now they call me the general I stepped in the bando with nothing to lose And didn't leave 'til I got in my bag like my testicles I was runnin' 'round with guns bigger than me Tryna put man to sleep in the field like a festival Now I'm gettin' money off of downloads and streams And for shellin' down shows and shuttin' down festivals Like, mummy I made it (made it) Even though the odds was against me The cops was against me, the opps was against me They all tried to stop me, but couldn't stop nothing Mummy I made it (mummy I made it) I don't stop when I'm tired, I'll just stop when I'm done, and it's mission complete If you ain't puttin' food in my kids mouth to eat Then it's fuck you and fuck your opinion on me Yeah, yeah, then it's fuck you and fuck your opinion on me I got mandem that's taller and bigger than me But when they see me they salute me and look up to me 'Cause they know what I've done, and they know what I've 'been on From guns that I buss, to the blocks that I've rid on I've been breaking down packs all my life in the T Like I broke up that fight between Headie and Tion Like, mummy I made it I cut down a crop and the feds never found it Like, mummy I made it I done a booting three hours away and made it back home like Mummy I made it I was on the M-way with a boot full of packs and I made it back home Like, mummy I made it I got nicked for an M and attempted murder and got NFA like Mummy I made it (mummy I made it) Leave it out Leave him on the back-road, bleedin' out In the dirtiest bando, in and out Real gangster, I ain't really into clout One sniff of the cocaine had her pinging out of her face Put on bare weight now I've lost all my pace What you doin' with her? You ain't the same age Big man in the wokhouse hidin' their case Oi, Aron have a word with your' mates (funny guy) Somalian fella, I ain't gonna' lie I love me a white bird Sun tan, fake tits, and a tight skirt If I slip in her, then it might hurt Broadday and Morrisson just made a gully song Wonder how it would be, if I didn't pick up this red bandana? Probably in the same situtation as C Montana Or on a private jet like Gucci Mane Tired of the ding-dongs, now we want Wraiths Free Greezy, he's known for drillin' it bait Those who don't hear must feel Those who don't drill, must drill Those who get nicked best go in the interview and keep it sealed I'm known for the drills and keepin' it real He got stabbed and he got bun We step into parties to ruin the fun Shoot up the function, shoot up the club Shoot up anywhere, I'm loose with the gun Broadday had mums loosin' their' sons And had them stressin' 'bout funeral funds (hahaha) It's an ugly game, but it's beautiful bruv (Trap House Mob)