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We Made It *Bonus* Lyrics by David Sweet

2014

[Intro: Eastbound & Down (Kenny Powers)]
The only thing I'm seein' I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixins, you know what I'm talkin' about? Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixins. We gonna have so many fuckin' fixins up in this motherfucker, this shit gon' go through the roof. Got damn I'm shittin' gold these days
[Verse 1: Dxvid$weet]
Man
I ain't made it yet, you know what I'm saying but like-
I just felt like, i had to rap to something that made me feel like, I made it
You feel me? Heh
& this shit do it for me (fuck the hook though)
Lately it's money it's money it's all I been thinking
I can't wait no more I'm impatient for payments
I'm anxious for one night occasions in Vegas
Or a week in the Cayman's just for a vacation
I bit off his flow and I know you can taste it
You know it's that kill but a little bit different man nigga I laced it
Niggas is hating they bitches they love it thats's something that's basic
20 gold chains and champagne and it's starting to feel like we made it!
Heh, I did that Donald Trump I let my Mac attack
I left a mac in the back with a strap attached
I'm in that new Cadillac where the rims' black
I wear my Timb's black
I'm Meagan Good
Wouldn't even give a wish cause she knew i would
I ain't Suge-
So I drive fast on them haters
Instead of merging past Imma crash on you haters ahhh!
That's luxury dog
Type of nigga that'll total luxury cars
Don't fucks with me brah
Fuck around ending up fucksen your broad if you leave her un-guard, I'm a god
Of this flowing shit-
Tell Hova move over til I'm over this
A nigga still make classic's when he older bitch
A nigga duck classes just to master his shit
Green jacket flow aw he ain't jack it nah
Nigga pulled a post when it was a give and go
Chugging down the Ace like a case of some coke
& in case you want trouble nigga you can meet the smoke
But that's all from the homies
A-1 from day one they all fucking know me
Niggas ain't my bros they my mufucking brodies
Got a movie type bitch & I already know what she go show me
[Hook: Dxvid$weet]
Heh, we made it we made it that's all that they saying
You know that you made it when haters complaining they saying you made it
Heh, aw
We made it we made it!
Aw, heh, fuck it though
[Interlude: Kenny Powers]
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show
[Verse 2: Lil Abraham]
The way a nigga move got 'em saying I made it
I ground so hard like Tony Hawk you prolly think I'm skating
Ain't never had shit handed to me I was taught take it
These niggas fake and bitin' styles they copy and pastin'
A wise man once told me don't rush just be patient
Success around the corner so close i can damn near taste it
I don't smoke I'm high off life but like a blunt i face it
Got hella problems but my future bright and I can't waste it
They tell me slow down, middle finger tell 'em naw
Prolly flexin' in the mall being watched by ya broad
I bet I can make her clap it like a round of applause
Then send her back to you with barely any walls
That's just how it go, neck bright July 4
I'm the president, is you mad or not I'm in control
Check stat my teaming you already know the score
In Abraham we trust say it everywhere I go
Focused on the bid with a mansion and some gates
Tryna take a private jet to every single damn state
Foreign hoes say I'm the bomb, no Kuwait
If all you see is dolla signs me and you can relate
Shout out Ben Frank I fuck with you the long way
Can't see you little niggas cause the money in the way
If you worried bout me damnit you ain't getting paid
Always chasing my dream so I'm always awake
Flow go retarded I know you agree
Master at spittin' crack with no degree
I'm up in the lead so you should follow me
Earn my stripes in this game something like a referee
Cookin' up on these beats I don't need a recipe
They say Hip Hop dead but I'm prolly what they need
Music flowing through my veins poetry what I bleed
If being real was a crime guilty what I plead
[Hook: Dxvid$weet & Lil Abraham]
Heh, we made it we made it that's all that they saying
You know that you made it when opps ridin' round with your music playing
Heheh, aw, we made it we made it!
Check, check, swag, check flow

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