[Chorus] You can call me Mike-Will 'cause I motherfucking made it Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy I ain't beefin' with you niggas, too much money to be chasing It ain't nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy I'm makin' songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play Made it out that play, thought they'd congratulate but they hate
[Verse 1] "How you made it through the trenches?" "How you made it through the violence?" "How you made it to the Roc?" They think I'm Illuminati I had junkies at the door, I had momma house crowded Couldn't learn about division, had to worry 'bout dyin' Flashback, brother funeral Still remember momma crying When I just sell a line, reach down and touch the iron I made it out bussin' bike, 38's, Draco's, and 9's When I think about this shit, I could've died ninety times
[Chorus] You can call me Mike-Will 'cause I motherfucking made it Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy I ain't beefin' with you niggas, too much money to be chasing It ain't nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy I'm makin' songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play Made it out that play, thought they'd congratulate but they hate
[Verse 2] Had to make my own dope, had to make my own strand Hit 'em with them fishy feet, had to make my own dance Had to buck the landlord, we was living off the land Had believe in myself, no one want give Fish a chance When you were paying twenty-three, I was gettin' 'em for a band You were gettin' dropped at school, I was holding grandma hand She was walking in the heat, AC, a church fan I was sweating in my sleep, we ain't even have a fan
[Chorus] You can call me Mike-Will 'cause I motherfucking made it Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy I ain't beefin' with you niggas, too much money to be chasing It ain't nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy I'm makin' songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play Made it out that play, thought they'd congratulate but they hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
