"Made Men" lyrics
Asco & Fredo Lyrics
"Made Men"
Yo Fredders
What's good my boyo?
I wonder how these fuck boys be feeling now
Same ones that thought we was done and dusted
Naturally the jewels still busted
Naturals only no lab fuck shit
Truss
Aight
Look
I used to cut tru my city with a brizzy and a 4 pipe
Peb it all down then bring it back in a fortnight
If ain't about no Mulli I ain't making moves more time
I caught a case for conspiracy on 4 lines
Then I came home on my G day, more life
More Mulli and no more time
We ain't showing mercy when it's war time
I just cop more bine for the XD and the 45
Free all my niggas that got caught up them encro's
G9 with the full extendo, it's Mulli
You ain't never catch me in no Kenzo
I ain't never had no bitch put me in no friendzone
I ain't never need no handout, I stayed on ten toes
These niggas lose their mind for a peng hoe
I ain't got no time I'm tryna fly out these Zs O
I might fling bro a nina then put the rest up on the peb phone
Niggas talking bout how they're still up in the ends tho
Who gives a fuck? Them niggas broke with no end goals
They pissed off with no motion that's why they hate man
It's not man's fault they rubbed out like some wasteman
This shit didn't change man it made man a Made Man
My colours stayed true this ain't no fake tan
I don't know man don't be greeting me with safe fam
It ain't safe outside you can lose your face fam
Yo Mulli I think I'll take it from here
So let me kick this shit straight into gear
In a car the same shape as this year
Diamonds the same shape as some pears
You can call it my replacement for tears yeah
They make mistakes tryna chase a career
Until they getting chased like some deer
Still I'm tryna outgrow and outdoor
They want me inside cause I'm a outlaw
Got lots my account cant account for
But in the booth I feel as rusty as my last Beretta
That my youngin left out in the park in nasty weather
You don't wanna see them out there with their mask and wetter
Could be going to the shop and that's your last endeavor
The way you boys talk like hoes on the Snap, I need to ask your gender
Thought that we was men, but now I can't remember
Been on fire for years you're just a partial ember
But my new chain just about as cold as last December
You can't pull up to my yard, gotta ask a guard to enter
Then at gate 2 ask again like you can't remember
Switched up still I'm debating if I should leave it for the bros
Or give some change to a smoker
And have 'em run in your cell paint your face the same as the Jokers'
Since niggas wanna smile at my lowest
My niggas still broke cause he's lazy unfocused, he's hopeless
Seems like his only focus is them flavours he's smoking
Everyday I'm still learning, everyday I get older
Still developing my brain from the state as a solider
Don't worry about my case, my case is Rimowa
I'm from the block now I got two estates on my folder
All the weight that I had to go and take on my shoulders
Then wonder how I got so many chains on and didn't notice
Was in a prison in Dubai, sharing spaces with roaches
Eating out of date dates, and the taste was atrocious
Yeah leave it like that my boy
I'm liking the opulence
This that expensive drip, lavish
Extravagant
Upscale
Upper echelon
Splendid
It's been a pleasure
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