Made It

Mama i made it let's celebrate No more bitches from section 8 Swervin thru traffic like ima skate Cappin for pussy im pushing weight Hop on the drill man i really slide Think you the one man move aside Me or him baby you decide Here for the moppin you not the bride Hop on the beat man i think i'm the one My lyrics be bussin i don't gotta gun Send you to bro yea there go d1 Think that he miss you know that he spun Callin me different this flow really go No matter the weather i'm givin a show He duckin parole, i'm stacking the dough Thinkin he nice you really a hoe Think ima singer that shit really funny I'm really a rapper you niggas is chummy I'm dripped to the toe you niggas be bummy Why is you lying you never get money You never get money, this beat goin dummy I'm linking ya biddie her pussy like honey Claiming he slatty his nose always runny Report to ya master before it get sunny Rip to my idol the smoke never clear You duck opposition he look like a deer Think he a gangster he filled up with fear Sendin his hittas they post at the pier Not even a gangsta i move like a boss Spazz with the uzi it's drippin with sauce Keepin it real ya diamonds like gloss Stick out the pack the one that i toss Throw it to D1 he lookin like Moss My name isn't rick but call me ya boss Think if you lose that shit is a loss Mama i made it im really too raw