MADE ME

[Intro]
Hot fire
Yeah yeah
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Still sane, XL
Yeah

[Chorus]
2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me
Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me
More money, more problems, I feel amazing
Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence
I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily
I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me
I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver
In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement

[Verse 1]
I can't switch on none of my niggas, that's absurd
All my feathers flock together like a bird
We get racks in any weather off the curb
All my young niggas too clever when they serve
We did awkward to sell just for the dog food
I can't serve none of these niggas, I don't know you
We done whipped half a chicken straight of the produce
You can't run off on my pack 'cause that's a bold move
We got choppers and scopes like G.I. Joe do
We got the dope off the coast, we makin' boat moves
I push your buttons, lil' nigga, just like remotes do
Ain't no discussion, that super on me will soak you

[Chorus]
2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me
Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me
More money, more problems, I feel amazing
Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence
I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily
I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me
I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver
In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement

[Verse 2]
My bullets flyin', they flutter, my choppers st-st-st-stutter
I got the lightning and thunder, y'all better go and take cover
This ain't the the 1960's, nigga, I can't be your brother
That mean we don't know each other, that mean we never got money
I feel the pain from the rain, now my days, they be sunny
I can't contain what's in my brain and my pockets is chubby
How you gonna become a millionaire? You used to be a flunkie
How the fuck you got you clean money when you still servin' junkies?
I just get the check from my city, now they say that I'm runnin'
All that shit that you claimin' you did, my niggas done done it
All my niggas sendin' off keys while you was dancin' and clubbin'
Let it rain straight at the crib, from a flash to the floodin', yeah

[Chorus]
2OUTH2ID3 223, well that's who made me
Talk my shit on every beat, well that's what pays me
More money, more problems, I feel amazing
Tryna make a million dollars off a cadence
I'm still gon' bang my gang, that's on the daily
I can do the shit you can't, that make 'em hate me
I said I need another whip just like I'm slaver
In Hollywood, I'm from the hood, I'm from the pavement, yeah

[Outro]
Ghetto Greatness