Already Made

[Verse 1]

Fifty two weeks I've been focused on the colour

Without the sight of it I suffer money green mofucker

Gotta separate my presence from the suckers

Can't be cracking under pressure up the effort it gets tougher

Gotta problem my bond is drama forever

I used to turn a blind eye to petty but now its all my pleasure

I gotta big old ego dominates whoever

Holdin on to guarantees I made in life my promise came together

Claim you love a nigga lock, well let me measure

Still gon be ontop of me knowing its hard times under the treasure

Ever second guessed the nigga lets remember

Spent all my broker days schooling, think I fall out that class never

Who gon love you better, who gon fuck you better huh?

She busy trying to be you why will I want be with her

We dun drink so much tonight it be a blur

Celebrating all winter drug dinner in the fur

[Chorus]

Salute to all my niggas in the grave

Nigga keep your favors we dont need them we already made

Never been a minus on my grade

All I see is dollars, hang the fuck up you ain't gettin paid

Line of foreigns pull up in the scene

Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the fuck you mean?

Winnin more help will your self esteem

M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team

[Verse 2]

Nothin really matters but the money

Give my undivided attention, been consistent so they wanna gun me

Tap my signature around the country

Man killin niggas with this shit for years, guess they need it monthly

Hallelujah we dun made it out the sewer

Where's my seniorities, through all the hard times I maneuver

Keep a party poppin pocket full of mulla

Buck and chizzy [?] on a interstate dropping off your rumors

Millys for the static, winnings automatic dawg

You're fakin' in your forties I ain't for the back and forth

Niggas owe me something stackin' up the cost

Got the discipline of a worker and passion of a boss

Quiet baby lemme break you off the with aura

To be successful you gotta listen, it's gonna take some more though

When the shots go I gotta be the caller

Now it's to hell with the other bitches I got me a supporter

[Chorus]

Salute to all my niggas in the grave

Nigga keep your favors we dont need them we already made

Never been a minus on my grade

All I see is dollars, hang the fuck up you ain't gettin paid

Line of foreigns pull up in the scene

Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the fuck you mean?

Winnin more will help your self esteem

M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team