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I'm Made
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Hip-Hop/Rap
I'm Made was released on January 1, 2001 by Universal Records as a part of the album Face Off
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2001
LabelUniversal Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pastor Troy
Pastor Troy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Mahone
Carl Mahone
Songwriter
Micah Troy
Micah Troy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pastor Troy
Pastor Troy
Producer
Carl Mahone
Carl Mahone
Producer

Lyrics

Uh-huh (I didn't wanna do them **** like this)
Huh, uh-huh! (I didn't even wanna do them **** like this)
Uh-huh, come on! (Hey yo, hey yo)
Uh-huh, come on! (Hold up, hold up, DSGB in this muthafucka, ****)
Uh-huh, come on! (Representin' this shit one time)
Uh-huh, come on! (Huh, this gangsta shit, ****)
Uh-huh, come on! (ATL, ho)
Come on, let 'em know!
Introduction to a lunatic (come on)...huh, y'all playin’ (come on)
Got AK's for the stupid shit (come on)...huh
And that's all I'm sayin’ (come on!)
Yeah, layin’ low, bag of dro', smokin’ heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo dropped the muthafuckin’ melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got mah pistol in mah gut, **** what! (uh-huh)
Low on paper, so these haters I'm 'bout maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talkin’ 'bout (well uh-huh)
"Naw Troy, I don't understand
I tried to warn all them **** that you the man" (well, uh-huh)
I'm makin’ money, I'm country, and roll with felons (uh-huh)
You talkin’ 'bout shit real, bitch, who ya telling’? (well, uh-huh)
Temperature (???) like a code red (come on!)
And I ain't grinnin’ till you muthafuckin’ dead (come on!)
Who scared?
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in mah grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I explode with a Tec to let them know that I was never afraid
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in the grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I explode with a Tec to let them know that I was never afraid
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Get paid
Yeah, verse 2, I'ma make you feel real lame
Got a gram talkin’ 'bout he in the dope game
Say he got a **** comin’ from Bermuda
I'ma introduce ya **** to mah Ruger
You got 30 ki's, ****, bring the ki's out
Muthafucka, you still sleepin’ at ya mama house
Sellin’ dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch, if you can't come up, you needs to stop it
Rap game, I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop top
Pussy ****, you need to stop, give me mah props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(So, tell 'em why!) I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo’ library
Pussy ****, learn to get paid
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in mah grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I explode with a Tec to let them know that I was never afraid
If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy muthafuckas I was gunning 'til I fell in the grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I explode with a Tec to let them know that I was never afraid
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Bitch, I'm muthafuckin' made
Get paid, yeah!
Written by: Carl Mahone, Micah Troy
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