made it Lyrics

I made it out the mud and they went undercover

I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now

I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it

No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy

It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands

I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me

Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah

Whipping a new whip this shit an Audi used to be driving a Camry

Bumping my music cause I am a star but you wish that we had a family

Miss me again you telling your friends but they do not understand

They know I'm going to cheat and lie again

I'm spending your wardrobe while your bf plays war zone

20, 20 on a pair of pants, you on your telephone

You see me like holograph, I run it then run it back

I make it then make it back

You cheat hide the evidence,

You do it for presidents yeah

I made it out the mud and they went undercover

I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now

I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it

No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy

It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands

I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me

Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah

When they hitting the gym they hitting the bench

I been known her and her friend

When she hurting she'll call me again

One thing I learned from the gutter is no one going to care when you down

Focus on a bag couldn't peep a bitch, only way to get riches

Only way to get bread I'm swapping through body's like Ben 10

I'm hitting that bitch and her best friend

You asking a lot don't do questions

You hit me then you hit the team ts ts they running through the scene

I like you but I love me

10'10'10'10' shits supreme

You don't know me

I made it out the mud and they went undercover

I swear to god, started off as a junky I'm a boss now

I swear to god, they ain't think I could make it I ran it up I made it

No label I get payments boy, it's to late I can't save you boy

It's too late for you groupies I get rubber bands

I don't look at my iPhone when it rings shorty still think about me

Think about me, shorty still think about me yeah