M.A.D.E. (Making A Difference Everyday)

[Intro] You know the difference between being made and being made You will never know pussy boy [Verse 1] This the monster session No mercy my shit’s aggressive Wild style driving down the wrong way with bad directions nigga I’m the electric slide type so watch the footwork I still lose ‘em ‘cause ain’t no structure in your movement You had the hood reported, reported you get extorted Now I’m recorded, reminding you pussies you ain’t important See I’m made boy They want the table but don’t wanna work But fuck ‘em though Believe we got the sherbert goose up on the dunce Give my hands some lands so we can run the block monopoly Just buy the blocks then tell them get the fuck up off your property nigga See y’all stragglers I’m more of a haggler I’ll rock and tag ya Get beaten badder than watch me scatter like it don’t matter [?] you’re on trash boy [?] Imma give them what they ask for I’m showboating, alley-oops off the backboard So while a nigga scores Mr. Never wife a whore Mother- [Verse 2] (C’mon, ah) I smoke weed fuck your cigarettes I get high in the sky with a single breath Ain’t no copying my episodes I aim high you bitch niggas better hit the flow [?] papers for the players getting paper Call back before them little niggas change ya I light up for the slight rush Niggas mad we got a hundred different styles they wanna fight us Fuck yo trends, fuck your new threads Fuck yo chains, fuck yo boo head I’m authentic Good business I rock sweats with my sneakers I’m talking shit through your mother fucking speakers Alex P Haley, stroking while she’s creaming Cumming when she’s screaming I’m on it ain’t no secret, yeah I’m fapping to her silhouette Her pillow wet You kind of freaky girl I’m into that [Interlude] Being made is somebody that’s making a difference everyday Do you make a difference everyday I think not pussy boy Get the fuck away from me, ugh Niggas disgust the fuck out of me [Verse 3] A few turned beats in a body bag To tag ‘em 45 gold and protect ‘em like a Trojan Magnum Spit colder than Capricorn season You couldn’t be fresher if he let Dapper Dan sleeve him Run a team like Tom Donovich they calling me coach My finesse game [?] in the post Quit my nine to five I was tired of eyeing the clock Black Wallstreet mindstate to monopolize the block Don’t let ‘em stack like Jenga, supply like FEMA And stay low cause cops want us locked, no misdemeanors Make a left on Stony Island you on Eastside now Blunt full of grade A like throwing peace signs down I spit the heat then watch a soul burn slow to this beat We in deep, five lions killing hundreds of sheep It’s gravity, opposition straight ended in tragedy I made fresh, I spit bars killing your faculty [Verse 4] The new Tommy gun came in Good with the numbers like Rain Man You get broken up with that weak frame fam All body shots, and leg drops, and elbows It’s looking like a mother fucking saloon brawl You’ll get hit with the barstool and soon fall I was made for he cold weather [?] rock the hoodie underneath the Pele leather Take down your peoples call me John Shaft Don’t need Dre for the aftermath Best believe Brea chef the cash Ran his pockets when that nigga crashed He was drunk we was burning grass He choked him with the mic cord he was jealous That bitch wanted a jet, she didn’t fight for him Guess he a sucker for love I’m cold hearted, just a preview Goodfella like Ray Liotta [Verse 5: Vic Spencer] No pinky rings nigga You know what I mean Don’t get mad pussy The home where the niggas love to rob and steal Nigga burn pockets like the last twenty dollar bill Half on the petrol, half on the sack On my way to the enemies house with plans on coming back Pull up on the block like nothing happened Nigga threw on a beat, a nigga started rapping No squares in my circle, you got a curfew So shit won’t be fair if I hurt you In my city I’m better than every nigga that’s on and popping In the hood you [?] but at home you [?] (Ew) [?] sit on grass everyday, put you beneath it tonight In a safe haven with a maid apron Whipping up a difference while bumping some Shae Davis Shit nasty like shit balls with muffins (Ew) You niggas out here playing kickball with Russians Fuck outta here Go that way nigga You not making no moves Stiff mother fuckers man You ain’t made for the streets Pussy boy