T-MAC - We Made It lyrics

rate me

(feat. Down, Mega Bucks, Suave)

[Verse 1: Down]

See we done made it

No need to hate it, congratulate it

Blowin' up with 263 cause' T-Mac he can't be faded

Praise it, then elevated, don't underestimated

Like your thirst obey it, in the game but never playa-hate it

I had strugglin' times the mils stayed on my mind

On the low stay on the grind

Cause' I gots to get mine

We concentrated on having this industry dominated

We goin' to Nashville in that custom made Navigator

It's gettin' hectic let's sell these tapes, C.d.'s and records

We gotta' be first, can't imagine comin' in second

You aggravated, cause' the dope still over-weighted

You contemplated on your own life so take it

Fuck with milk, got cheese

It's 98 get cha' lazy ass up cause' these niggas holdin' g's

We motivated hating hearing tolerated

Who's the richest No Limit or 263?

Don't even debated, we demonstrated

Lets roll another one and blaze it

Keep us figures calculated and leave dem bustas in amazement

We made it

Ah-ha know what I'm sayin'

[Chorus: Suave]

(Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry

All my life I been hustlin', all my life I been strugglin'

Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry

All my life I been slangin', All my life I been bangin')

[Verse 2: Mega-Bucks]

Man dem' haters can't stand to see me livin' this life

Marble floor, major hoes, a nigga covered in ice

Jumpin' out that Navigator with that Alpine bangin'

Nigga came a long way from all that hangin' and slangin'

Now we million dollar playas regulatin' that cheese

A hundred-thousand for that hummer, man I cop it with ease

Ain't no thang ha, thats when a nigga sittin' on banks

Swiss accounts stashed away, in case dem' feds wanna strike

Man livin' this life done seen many niggas do

Dem' made niggas, paid niggas that I'm callin' my crew

T-Mac saw a nigga sittin' out on his luck

Hit me with a couple' ki's, now I'm sittin' on bucks

Then we took this dope-game to a whole notha' level

Rap-hustle with the muscle keep dem' diamonds embezzled

You haters keep hatin', I'mma put on my shine

Brothers always makin' dollars thats the bottom line


[Verse 3: T-Mac]

Nigga, picture me slangin' down-south Charlyo, nigga thug-bangin'

But like windin' that Rolex

Thats why I got dem' broads in the ghetto,

relieve some of this ghetto stress

And nigga I done made it to the top

And never stop carryin' my Glock, thats why i keep my shit cock

And now I got ends

I always had the Rolex, houses by the lake and the Benz

And all these niggas hatin' on me

Callin' my name tryin' to link me to conspiracy

But money can't change me

I always had money in the beginnin' so it ain't strange to me

So niggas keep your head up

And watch out for dem' niggas tryin' to put y'all in that black truck

(Yeah, y'all niggas betta watch out for dem' niggas tryin' to put chall' in that black truck, this shit is for real)


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