Made Me (feat. Makarel)

Arguing over status I'm talking static

In Harlem we all a savage, no problem to park in traffic

Off the package Bucking palace, leaving walking backwards

Juice bar fizzes for barking backwards shot'll rip apart your mattress

Like Keenan Ivory, all my brothers get chicken

Picking bitches to pitch it, come get it, we live expensive

Get tickets, never paid attention, get war is fuck it like fuck the district

Piss on the precinct, gun is heavy you couldn't lift it

Cruise like Penelope, jealously I can taste it

Call up Sav for the cases, no talking feel like a mason

Illuminati in my mind, soul in my body

Post up in your mother lobby, couple bricks from papi

**** talking 'bout they got it, bet you all them **** broke

Treat 'em like an eighth of sour, I get all them **** smoked

Fuck a picture if they sniff us I get all them bitches coke

Play the center, tryna ball, I knock 'em off right in the post

I swear them street made me (I swear to God)

I'm grinding hard like daily (Hard, ****)

I swear that shit'll drive you crazy (Like crazy)

Oh baby

I'm just getting to it clocking in for the money (Get into it)

'Cause I remember days when a **** stayed bummy (I would love it)

All them hoes on my dick, now that shit is funny

But honestly, all they get is dick from me

It's my time now

Black and red Jordan sixes a couple Florida bitches

Asking for **** to clip 'em, couldn't afford a biscuit

Had enough for some chicken, couldn't afford a biscuit

Seen a body drop right in front of me, made me more religious

Order pigeons that's bird sat by the curb

Now them foreigns we swerve, older bitches say I curb my words

I got that hustle in me, these little **** is shooting

Not tryna knuckle with me, back block with a O sniffing a couple fifties

Tryna get it true Harlem **** I love the city

Order pigeons **** move Dasani

We got your building on fire, you better move your mommy

Your GPS can't locate me, it take a crew to find me

Eighties baby, grew in the nineties, fuck Giuliani

Made a couple thousand and blew it, I bet I make it back

Sell a whole thing 'till you take strip cash

Make a stack, sleep on the god, if you tired I help you take a nap

I swear them street made me (I swear to God)

I'm grinding hard like daily (Hard, ****)

I swear that shit'll drive you crazy

Oh baby

I'm just getting to it clocking in for the money (Get into it)

'Cause I remember days when a **** stayed bummy (I would love it)

All them hoes on my dick, now that shit is funny

But honestly, all they get is dick from me