941 Made (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Diary of a black man

Young Nigga hit the streets with a trap on us

Young Nigga 13 with a strap on em

You gone make it to the league you could be something

You gone make it out the streets you could see something

Forgive me mama know it's tough for a black woman

Man this shit getting rough for a black woman

Start your own business you could be your own owner

I start my own label ima be my own owner

I'm knee deep in the game no one can save me

I remember the things the streets gave me

See they know that I'm wise that's why they praise me

Man I think I was 9 when I seen Haiti

I was changing the lives of trap babies

The shit that make the dope boys go crazy

See this money make my own kind hate me

Food stamps make the whole hood lazy

Look up to biggie and pac nas and jayz

See I was dicking they wives no bitches played me

I ain't met a chick yet that wouldn't date me

Boy I might be out here smashing your lady

See I'm one of a kind you can't replace me

I'm self made against the odds nobody made me

I get the feeling bread filling like a bakery

I'm in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastries

Talk money we could talk numbers

Niggas wanna talk bitches we done had slumbers

Trap all winter just to ball all summer

Trapped all winter just to go and ball on em

Niggas switch they won't even get a call from us

Hit the strip just the clique all road runners

Lied to the plug just to keep from going under

I refuse to let em treat me like a new comer

Uh uh slide on em

Uh uh vibe on em

Mosh pit flow then I dive on em

Niggas hate you most when you thrive on em

Bitches play you close when you strive on em

Uh uh glide on em

Uh uh ride on em

Facebook instagram live on em

Ain't loving these bitches why they be lying on em

I'm trusting my niggas I ain't relying on em

Graduate You still fucking broke hoes it's time to separate

You still hang with them joes it's time to elevate

I be standing ten toes before I navigate

I ain't worried bout foes I leave devastate

They can sense that I'm different I'm bout to levitate

I can't wait on y'all Niggas y'all bout to hesitate

Got the cross on me vision and I accelerate

Got the sauce on me dripping I let it marinate

Had to live and I learned it made me meditate

All the credit I earned no need to celebrate

I was waiting my turn I planned a great escape

Early bird get the worm and I was never late

Got a clique full of killers you niggas featherweight

I wash away your guerrillas now that's a bathing ape

I'm the king of the city you just affiliate

941 They gone hear me I let it resonate