Made

[Intro] Uh, I made it out my postcode I'm in France, I made it out my postcode I'm in France, I made it out my postcode I'm in France, I'm in- Fu- [Verse 1] Uh, yeah, it took time I knew that it would take time I won't let these niggas take mine Now I'm aging like I'm fine wine, fine dine Calling on my line she tryna find time And now I'm doing it, I can't fuck with you And now I'm doing it, I can't fuck with you I'm finally peering through Yeah, I'm going up I was broke I ain't had nothing Yeah, it fucking sucked Aye, call my bredrin up, you tryna bop? Are you tryna roll? Yeah, we tryna go [Chorus] I made it out my postcode, I'm in France I made it out my postcode, I'm in France I made it out my postcode, I'm in France I'm in– I'm France [Verse 2] I saw a jawn wearing a proper dress So I fucking danced She call me right here to fucking dance, uh Yeah, they said I couldn't do it but i did it, yeah Said I couldn't do it but I did it, yeah Yeah, I'm the man I'm really getting it Yeah, I'm the man that's really getting it Niggas talk bares I'm like quiet, the fuck down I'm a young nigga, made it way Out of town I'm in a studio up in France Yeah, they know I'm the man just by the glance, yeah [Chorus] Yuhh, I made it out my postcode I'm in France, I made it out my postcode I'm in France, I made it out my postcode I'm in France I'm in– I'm in France [Instrumental]