Made Men

[Intro]
Its Don Cheto
Jalopy Bungus
You know, something I learned in this fuckin' game
You never know what you got until its fuckin' gone, nigga
So i can only imagine about how you feel about your bitch, your posessions
And everything that you had before we pulled up on you
Its a damn shame
Jalopy Bungus
I know three things in my lifetime
Belaganas
Money, bitches and clothes

[Verse 1: Belaganas]
Start spittin', far ahead of all the fake shit
[?] in the clouds, for a second I need patience
Message getting filed cause I'm sick of spending days around these motherfuckers, thats okay we're sticking to the day shit
[?]
Never was complacent
Fed up with the lack of cheddar, fed up with the basement
[?] ain't a message I been making, used to step all on my name but they left the conversation
I been feeling caged in
Ever since a kid, though
Found my real focus so I had to let my bitch go
Kicked out the house, family broken like some windows
I used to spend the afternoon [?] with my friends though
Dirt, weed and ripped clothes, thats just all the kid know
Skipping school to [?] pressure on the pencil
Now I'm almost famous, I'm just chilling in the limbo
[?] just a motherfuckin' intro
Had to tell 'em

[Interlude]
Ahah
[?]
This is the rage
Are you ready?
Fuck you

[Verse 2: Belaganas]
Kicked out, you gettin' checked up
Blunt is slick, we pass it like its a test
You talkin' big over text
But asinine in the flesh
I'm masterminding the clique
You passin' by, end up dead
Daddy cry for the kids who colder than this
Coke another mans b'iness, I'll never put my nose in this shit
Who you 'posed to be with
Now I'm closing a fist
Catch a twitter hater, he get dumped to the ocean to swim
Why you postin' this shit
Slug a hoe in the dick
Pablo kinda money, got it all without owning a brick
I'm a made man
My [?]
Know a [?] plan, I'll go when I'm rich
Took over the whole state, 'finna go flame, get a propane, you don't know pain, know my homies only by code names
I'm lonely solely because no one told me its okay
Codeine crazy, I'll find a home in my own grave
Holy moly, my god is 'prolly the [?]
The Glock is locked and loaded
My problems awfully potent
My conscious heavy as led, [?]

[Verse 3: Jalopy Bungus]
You gotta show me that you not an informant
I call shots like the Glock got a doctors appointment
And I ain't never nervous, dead bodies is a cold foot
Hand on my dick, other hand on the old book
Know that I'm the chief, you need a pass? That's a no look
Maddie said forget about Kareem, that's a no hook
Owe me and this money on your head like you thought about it
Then I'mma take it off his head like he forgot about it
Playing possum never could work, cause playing possum turn to playing ostrich's head in the dirt
New merch, put your favorite rappers head on a shirt
Its Mr. too damn good, bitch, I'm [?]
And if the medics see I tell 'em "Better let 'em bleed or you gon' get what my hands seein', like leprosy"
Metal undetected, we got futuristic repery
Shut up nigga, you ain't up next unless you next to me
Mob shit, in effect, burn a bridge? Get a jet
Live and learn, learn and live, but let 'em live? Never that
When they catch up to me that [?]
Being that bitch until my beard

[Outro]
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