BIG SEAN

BIG SEAN - Made

rate me

Yeah, alright

Uhh,

Lowkey Peter Parker flow

Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though

Private flights no hassle I just park and go

I'm the highlight like when markers glow

Oooooh, look what you created

Only got yourself to blame

I remember when you hated ooooh,

Now you tell me take my time,

How bout I just take your city make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha

I'm a underground king hoe

I sit tall I swing low

The game ain't always fair and that's the thing though

You can play your heart out everybody don't get a ring though

You are in the presence of a champion

Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in

You always be calling her, she ain't never answering

You ain't figured out I am the reason that she canceling

I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can't come in

Call me Ron Bergundy ya'll the other anchormen

What's on the news trick, gossiping bout music

Cause rumours I'm the new sh-t

And guess what it's true b-tch

We made it

We made it

We made it

They hate us

They hate us

They hate us

They hate us

I feel like we made it

But we ain't made enough

It's so amazing

You woulda thought we made enough

Man I was made to be greater

Made for the grind

Made for the lights

Made for the shine

Ay look,

I need less friends more bread

Less talk more head

Used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it)

I'm just waiting on my cue dog no pledge

Said she like all girls I turn that b-tch co-ed

Threw on my track team hand on my baton to her

Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica

Who got up on my nurse so I had to platonic her

No that ain't my girl but every leader needs a Monica

I'm the head of my estate ain't that ironic huh

I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer

Ohh, I'm who they going ape sh-t over

I'm who your girlfriend acting like she ain't sh-t over

See broads over n-ggas but business over broads

See business equals money and money's over all

I'm tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows

Well she can't stay in that f-cking hood forever, forever

Was made for that Mick Jagger sh-t baggage check and a chick

Fast girls, faster whip, big chains master sh-t

B-tch I'm living everyday month yearly

Yell until you muthf-ckers hear me

We made it

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