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Made Men
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Made Men was released on October 23, 2019 by D.i.G as a part of the album Made Men - Single
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Release DateOctober 23, 2019
LabelD.i.G
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Count Slick
Count Slick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Tharp
Ryan Tharp
Songwriter

Lyrics

Made man I was born wit the mafia
Heard him talkin shit and now he sleepin with talapia
This music like the shit that I was flippin on La Gardia
Get a lil taste and wana copy ya
Big body the way I maneuver
They heard the drums from the slums that bang through the sewer
Yeah I been livin off of crumbs and hundreds of viewer
Cause I just bought a couple guns to kill their computers
I took 1000 off the top just to give it to my therapist
Everybody know that I’m a local rapper terrorist
Stay up out my zone, get yo own, I ain’t Sharin shit
Gotta fuckin diamond where my larynx is
I am not puppet I don’t do no impressions
I been movin on my own I ignore their directions
Ima product of the cold, I control my affections
I been chosen by the scrolls, I don’t need ya protection
Everybody get your coat I heard the weather get crazy
I designed my own image stop callin me shady
I don’t play when it come to the design of my craft
If you build it they’ll arrive, that’s how you gonna last
I’m done dwellin on issues that I had in the past
Get these haters off my dick swear y’all glued to my shaft
I done told em all already that I ain’t here Relax
I’ll outrun these muh fuckas leave em right on they backs
Uh
Careful how you step
The flow known to be deadly
Fuck the middle man
I’m high off my own medley
Yall been actin goofy I noticed that you complacent
I been gettin ready stackin ammo in my
Basement
Writing on the wall my future is a defacement
Froze him in his tracks my past full of cold cases
Made it out the scuffle not a single bullet hole in my vest
But ima let me think I’m dead to put some hope in ya chest
Yeah ima killer regardless of what they get me on
And they know the kid gon deliver quicker than jimmy johns
Gimme my dividons
Oops I meant dividends
I just wana kick wit the homies out in Budapest
Maybe take a break from all the smoke, give my tool a rest
Take this pen and pad and lock that shit up in a Gucci chest
Lone star bitch and I’m movin out west for attention
Blood in my eyes face redder than redemption
Whole body feel like I’m on the verge of ascension
Watch them drop they jaws when I’m showing off my invention
I guess your time’s up, oh I almost forgot to mention
Careful wit my name I don’t care about yo intentions
Made man
Written by: Ryan Tharp
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