[Part 1: I Made It, Produced by Bobby Williams]
[Intro:Dirty Lu]
Yeah, shout out to Bobby Williams on production
[Hook: Dirty Lu]
(I made it, fuck it I made it and I'm faded, fame is overrated
Gimme money, gimme money)x2
[Verse 1: Dirty Lu]
For all the time that I waited, all the rhymes I been sayin', you say you keep it 100? Well, I keep 101, I been rappin' my ass off just for fun, I mean who gon' stop me, huh? I swear these haters like the paparazzi, bruh, like get the fuck out my business and please keep your distance, got my molars pulled but I ain't lose my wisdom, it goes one for the money, two for the clothes, three for whatever takes yo' ass out the door, I mean fasho, I got enemies but I ain't Drake or Quentin Miller, if Kendrick is a butterfly, then I'm still a caterpillar, cause if I keep going, one day I'ma be iller
[Hook: Dirty Lu]
(I made it, fuck it I made it and I'm faded, fame is overrated
Gimme money, gimme money)x2
[Verse 2: Dirty Lu]
I heard K-Dot don't wanna get bigger than Michael Jackson's Thriller, that's okay, I'll do it, with the strength of my music, the passion pursuing through winnin' or losin', through scratches or bruises, I'll come up either way, no excuses cause I'm ruthless, never tired because I'm always inspired to come up with more, man, I'll never retire,I mean check the attire, I'm givin' y'all a voice, that means I'm preachin' to the choir, I'm speaking to the Devil to bring back your souls, I mean tearin' down the industry is my ultimate goal, after I drop Dripped In Gold, I'll prove it, I'll never quit or fold, and I'll eternally be grateful to J. Cole
[Hook: Dirty Lu]
(I made it, fuck it I made it and I'm faded, fame is overrated
Gimme money, gimme money)x2
[Part 2: Didn't I, Produced by Bobby Williams]
[Intro: Dirty Lu]
I made it, didn't I? Didn't I make it? Shit, didn't I? Didn't I say-
[Verse: Dirty Lu]
Didn't I say I'm a king with confidence on my sleeve, with the crown on my album cover, didn't I believe? Didn't I call myself a God with a flow so fast it left everyone in awe? Didn't I go to Cloud 9 and make a tape in one night with nothing but my iPod and some weed that was alright? Didn't I do the same again six months later? Called it Cloud 9 II and said "fuck a hater"? Didn't I say I was a lion and wasn't lyin'? I'm just clarifying, didn't I get reborn for a tape that got me bored? So I made this, Where do I move on? I'ma put it on a disc, apply for some jobs to fund for my shit, buy my own mic then make risks like start my own business, my own label, one day I'll be a mogul, just gotta turn my tables, I know my potential, I know that I'm able, to do anything I want, whether it's writing fire shit or sparking up a blunt, whether it's being humble, aware, or nonchalant, I get to choose, one day they'll wait for my tape like they wait for Views, and I'll troll 'em like Drake and get myself amused, I'm enthused by the future, ain't talking 'bout Hendrix, but DS2 was a classic tho so scratch that last sentence, I'm enthused by Supa Future and my future, whichever suits ya, fuck a rumor, I'ma get this money later or sooner, after this tape drops, I'm off to my computer, writing more shit more smoother cause either I only get better or I don't get any worse, each song is like practice, I get better every verse, it's a blessing and a curse, most my songs are 1 take and I don't need to rehearse, I lay the beat up in a hearse, drive it to the cemetery, then put it in reverse, dump it six feet deep, there's the beat that I killed, it gives me chills, people like to destroy, I like to build, I got no regulations, fuck corporations, and radio stations, I'm tearing down the foundation for the next generation to build a new nation, fuck it, a new planet, dammit, granted, if I don't manage I'll try my best cause I made it, Didn't I?
