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made man - wee2hard lyrics

[intro]
i’m a made man, you’re a rat, you ain’t standin’ on business
i’m a street n*gga, i put my life on the line for the trenches
i’m a made man, you’re a rat, you ain’t standin’ on business
on business, i’m a street n*gga, i put my life on the line for the trenches
(murky don’t be side, boy)
(xcain got heat)

[verse 1]
grew up in the 4, ayy, i’m on murder and pounds where i’m from
told brodie one day we’ll be rich, bro, just hold on
banks down the road stay in flows, sometimes life can be an ocean
investin’ all my time inside the booth, tryna make it out
sometimes i’ll be feelin’ lost, i try to keep my head on
couple n*ggas played, they know what’s up, they gettin’ headstones
in my own lane, i’m livin’ life, i can’t complain, bro
d*mn, that’s your girl? well, i ain’t know that, what a small world
gens run the world, sh*t get deeper you runnin’ the block
love can be confusin’ sometimes, i ain’t lovin’ no thot
you wanna get rich, scared takin’ risk, you can’t run with me
ridin’ with fifty straps with fifty*eight, go down, we maskin’ up
eight speed supercar, i call her a tarantula
n*ggas busy in they feelings, not they bag, i’ll pass them up
i just caught an opp and popped it on him, he couldn’t show me nothin’
i’ll be tryna chill and lay up light, n*ggas aggy as f*ck
i ain’t felt love in a minute, i ain’t had a hug in a minute
releasin’ that thug, that semi, releasin’ that grudge, that semi
why you talkin’ crazy like these k!llers ain’t hungry for money?
ever since i learned how to walk (xcain got heat), i’ve been all on my own
[chorus]
street n*gga, i put my life on the line for the trenches
i’m a made man, you’re a rat, you ain’t standin’ on business
i’m a dope getter, money love men, i love money
i’m a dope dealer, smell like a pound of exotic weed
i’m a block baby, sittin’ on the block ’til i got it right
i’m a drank sipper, love pourin’ fours and crank sodas
i’m a d boy, pounds on rush, i got ’em
i’m a lawyer, bro, never trade on gang, then gon’ rock it

[verse 2]
i came from the bottom, they ain’t never think i’d get this far
had to set up robbery, i’m going for nothin’, i got that stick
trenches love me, one call, that’s all, they comin’ fast
i can’t love you, if i was broke, you ain’t give me a chance
got exotic bags, i can turn the trap into a plug
got a lot of money, i can hit the stash, on my ass
d.a. ain’t holdin’ nothin’, say i’ve been with nothin’ but gang members
lay behind rankings, they say i’m a menace to society
gang unit hang, i just wanna ball with my n*ggas
heard he told somethin’, p*ss me off, he talkin’ ’bout he solid
been with real k!llers, we don’t diss, we come get rid of n*ggas
been with real jackers, hold up, free my n*gga haitian jack

[chorus]
street n*gga, i put my life on the line for the trenches
i’m a made man, you’re a rat, you ain’t standin’ on business
i’m a dope getter, money love men, i love money
i’m a dope dealer, smell like a pound of exotic weed
i’m a block baby, sittin’ on the block ’til i got it right
i’m a drank sipper, love pourin’ fours and crank sodas
i’m a d boy, pounds on rush, i got ’em
i’m a lawyer, bro, never trade on gang, then gon’ rock it

- wee2hard lyrics

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