[Produced By Jay Storm]

[Intro]
Who the fuck are you? talking to a made man
Who the fuck are you? talking to a made man
Talking to a made man, I’m a made man

[Verse 1]
I say amen, sacrifice 8 men
All black with my gold on
I was off, now a n***a on
Taking pictures with my gold on
I was off, now a n***a on
In my zone, smoking up the zone
Bullet hard hitters, [?] chrome
These n***as [?], they be bodying n***as
Get out your body, and somebody that might body a n***a
I be cooling with the baddest of bitches
Smoking Ralph out of bottles cause we ran out of swishers
N***as bitches, I don’t fuck with bich n***as
Yeah all my n***as real n***as and we envy the drilling
N***as telling got the most time
No talking folks, [?]
Smoking dope with the gods, fucking these broads, doing it large
Fuck n***a sell hard, [?] rock, n***as crack god
You gone think life is a bitch
With them bitches [?] and they sucking some dick
Foreign cars, foreign broads, foreign planes stay trip
I’m made, I’m made
[Hook][x4]
M A D E, that’s me

I’m a made man, you made up
I’m hard bodied, you play tough
I just fucked, you laid up
Bitch so loud, get sprayed up
Rounds out the magazine and it’s [?]
I am a god, bitches calling me their savior
Lou Lou all about his paper
I brought guns for the haters
I brought guns for the bitches
All this money, but none for the bitches
Bad bitches, got a ton of them bitches
All this money, Imma buy me a [?]
I be grinding in my [?], I be riding and smoking
I be grinding with your bitch, she shotgun smoking weed
Fu Fu is the gang, get money is the creed
I be blowing money fast on the way to the cash
Got a need for the speed
D1 soldiers, no fatigue
Go in your room, or compete
Bitch I ball like repeat
Bitch I [?]

[Hook]