Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Made Me , by - Dave East. Release date: 01.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made Me |
| You hear that? |
| It’s a breath of fresh air |
| Arguing over status, I’m talking static |
| In Harlem we all are savage |
| No problem to park in traffic |
| Off the package, walk ya palace |
| Leave 'em walking backward |
| Juice bar visits for walking backwards |
| Shots to 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 warrants, fuck it |
| Like fuck the district, piss on a prescient |
| Gun is heavy you couldn’t lift it |
| Cruise like Penelope, jealousy I could taste it |
| Call up Sav for the cases, no talking feel like a mason |
| Illuminati in my mind, soul, and my body |
| Post up in ya mother lobby, a couple bricks from Papi |
| Niggas talking 'bout they got it, bet you all them niggas broke |
| Treat em like an eighth of sour I get all them niggas smoked |
| Took a picture if they sniffers I get all them bitches coke |
| Play the center tryna ball I’ll knock 'em off right in the post |
| I swear them streets made me |
| I’m grinding hard like the 80's |
| I swear the shit that drive you crazy, oh baby |
| I’m just getting to it clocking in for the money |
| 'Cause I remember days when a nigga stayed bummy |
| Now the all the hoes on my dick, now the shit is funny |
| But honestly all they get is dick from me |
| Black and red Jordan Sixes, a couple Florida bitches |
| Asking niggas to clip 'em couldn’t afford the biscuit |
| Had enough for some chicken couldn’t afford the biscuit |
| Seen a body drop right in front of me, made me more religious |
| Order pigeons that’s bird, sat by the curb |
| Lot of foreigns we swerve, older bitches say I curve |
| My word, I got that hustle in me |
| These little niggas is shooting, not tryna knuckle with me |
| Back block with an old smith and a couple 50s |
| Tryna get it true Harlem nigga I love the city |
| Water pitcher niggas move Dasani |
| We got ya building on fire you better move ya mommy |
| Your GPS can’t locate me it take a crew to find me |
| 80s baby grew in the 90s fuck Giuliani |
| Made a couple thousand and blew it, I bet I make it back |
| Sell the whole thing take straight cash and make it stack |
| Sleep on the guard if you’re tired I’ll help you take a nap |
| I swear them streets made me |
| I’m grinding hard like the 80's |
| I swear the shit that drive you crazy, oh baby |
| I’m just getting to it clocking in for the money |
| 'Cause I remember days when a nigga stayed bummy |
| Now the all the hoes on my dick, now the shit is funny |
| But honestly all they get is dick from me |
| (GANGSTA) |
| How’s that feel? |
| Made in Harlem, New York City |
| Dave East |
| Hate Me Now niggas |