[Intro]

You know the difference between being made and being made

You will never know pussy boy

[Verse 1]

This the monster session

No mercy my shit’s aggressive

Wild style driving down the wrong way with bad directions nigga

I’m the electric slide type so watch the footwork

I still lose ‘em ‘cause ain’t no structure in your movement

You had the hood reported, reported you get extorted

Now I’m recorded, reminding you pussies you ain’t important

See I’m made boy

They want the table but don’t wanna work

But fuck ‘em though

Believe we got the sherbert goose up on the dunce

Give my hands some lands so we can run the block monopoly

Just buy the blocks then tell them get the fuck up off your property nigga

See y’all stragglers I’m more of a haggler

I’ll rock and tag ya

Get beaten badder than watch me scatter like it don’t matter

[?] you’re on trash boy

[?] Imma give them what they ask for

I’m showboating, alley-oops off the backboard

So while a nigga scores Mr. Never wife a whore

Mother-

[Verse 2]

(C’mon, ah)

I smoke weed fuck your cigarettes

I get high in the sky with a single breath

Ain’t no copying my episodes

I aim high you bitch niggas better hit the flow

[?] papers for the players getting paper

Call back before them little niggas change ya

I light up for the slight rush

Niggas mad we got a hundred different styles they wanna fight us

Fuck yo trends, fuck your new threads

Fuck yo chains, fuck yo boo head

I’m authentic

Good business I rock sweats with my sneakers

I’m talking shit through your mother fucking speakers

Alex P Haley, stroking while she’s creaming

Cumming when she’s screaming

I’m on it ain’t no secret, yeah

I’m fapping to her silhouette

Her pillow wet

You kind of freaky girl I’m into that

[Interlude]

Being made is somebody that’s making a difference everyday

Do you make a difference everyday

I think not pussy boy

Get the fuck away from me, ugh

Niggas disgust the fuck out of me

[Verse 3]

A few turned beats in a body bag

To tag ‘em

45 gold and protect ‘em like a Trojan Magnum

Spit colder than Capricorn season

You couldn’t be fresher if he let Dapper Dan sleeve him

Run a team like Tom Donovich they calling me coach

My finesse game [?] in the post

Quit my nine to five I was tired of eyeing the clock

Black Wallstreet mindstate to monopolize the block

Don’t let ‘em stack like Jenga, supply like FEMA

And stay low cause cops want us locked, no misdemeanors

Make a left on Stony Island you on Eastside now

Blunt full of grade A like throwing peace signs down

I spit the heat then watch a soul burn slow to this beat

We in deep, five lions killing hundreds of sheep

It’s gravity, opposition straight ended in tragedy

I made fresh, I spit bars killing your faculty

[Verse 4]

The new Tommy gun came in

Good with the numbers like Rain Man

You get broken up with that weak frame fam

All body shots, and leg drops, and elbows

It’s looking like a mother fucking saloon brawl

You’ll get hit with the barstool and soon fall

I was made for he cold weather

[?] rock the hoodie underneath the Pele leather

Take down your peoples call me John Shaft

Don’t need Dre for the aftermath

Best believe Brea chef the cash

Ran his pockets when that nigga crashed

He was drunk we was burning grass

He choked him with the mic cord he was jealous

That bitch wanted a jet, she didn’t fight for him

Guess he a sucker for love

I’m cold hearted, just a preview

Goodfella like Ray Liotta

[Verse 5: Vic Spencer]

No pinky rings nigga

You know what I mean

Don’t get mad pussy

The home where the niggas love to rob and steal

Nigga burn pockets like the last twenty dollar bill

Half on the petrol, half on the sack

On my way to the enemies house with plans on coming back

Pull up on the block like nothing happened

Nigga threw on a beat, a nigga started rapping

No squares in my circle, you got a curfew

So shit won’t be fair if I hurt you

In my city I’m better than every nigga that’s on and popping

In the hood you [?] but at home you [?] (Ew)

[?] sit on grass everyday, put you beneath it tonight

In a safe haven with a maid apron

Whipping up a difference while bumping some Shae Davis

Shit nasty like shit balls with muffins (Ew)

You niggas out here playing kickball with Russians

Fuck outta here

Go that way nigga

You not making no moves

Stiff mother fuckers man

You ain’t made for the streets

Pussy boy