Made (feat. Drake) by Big Sean
Made lyrics (feat. Drake)
[Drake - Verse 1]
Yeah, alright
uhh,
lowkey Peter Parker flow
tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though
private flights no hassle I just park and go
I�m the highlight like when markers glow
oooooh, look what you created
only got yourself to blame
I remember when you hated ooooh,
now you tell me take my time,
how bout I just take your city make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha
I�m a underground king hoe
I sit tall I swing low
the game aint always fair and thats the thing though
you can play your heart out everybody don�t get a ring though
you are in the presence of a champion
bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in
you always be calling her, she ain�t never answering
you ain�t figured out I am the reason that she canceling
I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can�t come in
call me Ron Bergundy ya�ll the other anchormen
whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music
cause rumours I�m the new sh-t
and guess what it�s true b-tch
[Chorus]
We made it
we made it
we made it
they hate us
they hate us
they hate us
they hate us
[Drake]
I feel like we made it
but we aint made enough
its so amazing
you woulda thought we made it up
[Big Sean]
Man I was made to be greater
made for the grind
made for the lights
made for the shine
[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Ay look,
I need less friends more bread
less talk
used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it)
I�m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge
said she like all girls I turn that b-tch co-ed
threw on my track team hand on my baton to her
passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica
who got up on my nurse so I had to platonic her
no that aint my girl but every leader needs a Monica
I�m the head of my estate aint that ironic huh
I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer
ohh, I�m who they going ape sh-t over
I�m who your girlfriend acting like she aint sh-t over
see broads over n-ggas but business over broads
see business equals money and money�s over all
I�m tryna move my momma from the ghetto�s to the meadows
well she can�t stay in that f-cking hood forever, forever
was made for that Mick Jagger sh-t baggage check and a chick
fast girls, faster whip, big chains master sh-t
b-tch I�m living everyday month yearly
yell until you muthf-ckers hear me
we made it
[Chorus]
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