Made

[Verse 1]
Oh chilling off in the back
Man I'm so gold
I'm putting hoes in the Ozone
The green on me is so strong
I'm thinking bout that lap
That I wanna put vogues on
She keep telling me, You too on
But they sleep on me like a futon
The doc told me I'm sick
At birth they doubted me
But it made sense, just a little bit
Cause the track I touch get spewed on
These dollars don't make sense
That shit ain't real nigga
If you out here chasing cheese boy
You looking like a sin
Oh I guess that's just my view
Most think I'm a nutcase
But rolling round, on my 24s
I see what you had on your lunch date
I punch fate in thе mouth
Or maybe it's flipped around
It's funny how things shift around
Like thе first time I had touched a pound
I ain't never gone slow down
Built for this nigga
My bearing super slick nigga
My dick bigger
Your shit just can't compare (uh)
The supernatural bastard child
Bringing that bastard style
Your boys start acting wild
While your girl gone have to say a prayer

[Chorus]
Keep your pistol, fuck fight