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we made it
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we made it was released on July 18, 2025 by hisbagdifferent as a part of the album always evolving
July 18, 2025
Labelhisbagdifferent
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Tryna tell all my ****, we made it
Stay in my lane, I can't think about a hater
Rather get through this shit now, and not later
Uncle came home, he got free from them cages
Locked in the stu, I'm just thinking about paper
Only be trying to get greater, and greater
Twin told me go make a hit, is you ready
**** move wrong, and get cooked, like spaghetti
Keeping shit cool half the time
But I get more in tune, when it come to my fam or the fetti
Overly cool on these **** and bitches
I never been type to fake kick it like Messi
Think this shit sweet, I act chill, but don't test me
From the deep, red and blue, like I play for the Texans
Run this shit up, I don't need no sleep
God keep waking me every day, it's a blessing
Maybe I be fucked up, just thinking about life
But I gotta lock in on these ****
Be by myself, I ain't friendly with ****
If you my brother, I'd die for you, ****
HBD coming through trim
I be taking some breaks, but it's just cause my bag getting bigger
Foot on they necks, I can't let up
Be popping my shit all the time, I don't care how you feeling
Don't think I'm slipping, just cause I been chillin
Bro still tell me, my music hit different
Long Live Yonna, everyday I still miss her
On my own path, you just can't see the vision
Fuck with my twin, then I'm pressing the issue
Tj can't lack, he gon' stay with his pistol
Hard for me not to be stressing bout shit
When my life getting realer, but not getting richer
High school wasn't nun, them four years was a blur
Big body BB, we fuck up the dirt
If it's some smoke then I call up my brother
We in the field just like Shilo and Shedeur
Down on my ass for a minute, I had to turn up for a million, let go of the hurt
Goin' hard, nah I ain't stopping at all
Swear that these **** can't fuck with me dawg
Tryna tell all of my ****, we made it
Stay in my lane, I can't think about a hater
Rather get through this shit now, and not later
Uncle came home, he got free from them cages
Locked in the stu, I'm just thinking about paper
Only be trying to get greater, and greater
Twin told me go make a hit, is you ready
**** move wrong, and get cooked, like spaghetti
Keeping shit cool half the time
But I get more in tune, when it come to my fam or the fetti
Overly cool on these **** and bitches
I never been type to fake kick it like Messi
Think this shit sweet, I act chill, but don't test me
From the deep, red and blue, like I play for the Texans
Run this shit up, I don't need no sleep
God keep waking me every day, it's a blessing
Written by: Zachary Winston
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