Made It Out - Intellectual

[Intro]

(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus]

My dog fresh out the box

He back to toting Glocks

He catch a fit, then he back out there tryna shop for opps

Niggas getting zipped for all that gangster shit they was tryna pop

Niggas cannot slip 'cause the problem is that they would not make it out

I made it out the trenches even though they had they doubts

I made it out, now my car cost the same price as a house

Racks, I'm thumbing them, ayy, ayy

Got the pack, fell in love, that's my baby

Got him on the streets with the throwaway

Try to slime me, blow his nose away

[Verse]

I want all the smoke, Mary Janе

Chop with the scope, I'm bringing pain

Can't love thеse hoes, they fucking for fame

Just be fucking these hoes, I don't even know they name

If you ask for my, you wouldn't even know the half

I don't even pillow talk, I don't even like to brag

Jumped fresh out, elevated my swag

My nigga jumped out, went back to selling slabs

Them niggas I know, they don't know how to dab

All they know is cook, cut, hit the pot with a jab

My other niggas scam, got rich off a laptop

Ballin' hard for the crib, don't need no blacktop

Drippin' in designer, I'm a Dior mascot

All this cash money, I can make your bitch bed rock

Dope dick, she sloppin' on it, ooh, Fentanyl

Leave me for dude? Ho, you better not

Fly lil' nigga, I could pull up in the jet now

Came up quick, other niggas would've wrecked out

Baptize the money, bank account real blessed now

Thank the Lord I made it, I ain't gotta be stressed out

Aiming for your head, no need to bring your vest out

Bet he run up, fuck it, gon' knock your legs out

Fuck a Hellcat, big dog, bring your Lambs out

Stick in the hood, I ain't tryna throw hands now