Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Made , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 26.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made |
| Ever since my early teens I’ve been a loc on these streets |
| 'Gold is for 24 I go for broke on these streets |
| My flow is a young Mike Tyson I put the hit on niggas |
| And even when I’m countin off I still spit on niggas |
| No super friends I smoke purple stuff alone in my room |
| That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room |
| Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks |
| Either it’s somethin with the roof missin, or a hard white top |
| Remember me, I’m the one they laughed at in all my classes |
| Now what they spend on a house I blow on designer glasses |
| Even without a platinum plaque, this ain’t cappin |
| I’m just tellin you what my life like, so this ain’t rappin |
| Don’t you ever tell the captain, that my money ain’t right |
| I’m a have to pay money, to spray money, cause money ain’t right |
| No more throwin no bodies, so I can stand on these streets |
| I got an army behind me, cause I’m the man on these streets |
| I did some time locked down, but now I’m back on these streets |
| Here to save ya’ll from all this wack rap on these streets |
| I left ya’ll with I’m Still Livin, provin I wasn’t dead |
| If you wonder why I’m out early, my lawyer got his bread |
| Much love to my industry homies, who didn’t forget about me |
| Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partner Flip-eraci |
| But since I do business with Rap A Lot the feds watch me |
| But I’m like Shaq up under the backboards you can’t stop me |
| When I was hustlin no police could find a rock near me |
| Now that I ain’t hustlin they can see all of my rocks clearly |
| B S foldas, ava smokas, these are of Joseph |
| Known to catch you in the club flee and make women wanna come closer |
| Homie don’t get it twisted cause you see me on a poster |
| You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holsta like it’s 'sposed ta |
| man on these streets |
| I don’t give a fuck cause I’m the man on these streets |
| I’m a hitman, whatever I’m aimin at I hit man |
| After I hit her she can’t stand up without a kickstand |
| Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule |
| If she find the itch to set me up, I’ll hit her with the tool |
| I got a daughter to raise, I ain’t tryin to leave |
| Plus all this money I’m makin you think I ain’t tryin to breathe |
| Inhale exhale… now that’s better |
| Over 800, 000 independent now that’s chedder |