It was my home by i made die
Why you call me back? don't lie
How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams
Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans
When your talking about how you made it, i hate it
Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit
I put the nigga in his casket
Imma celebrate when i made it
It made me depressed, and i confess, i lied to your face,
My music is like confetti rain when you win a race
I have almost made it through,
Nigga there's nothin' left of you
Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit
But once i make it i'm gonna say i made it
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