Made It Out (feat. Young Chu)

She love me... she love me not

She hug me... like I hug the block

My Cutty... got hella knock

My speakers... they finna pop

Turf tight... I'm involved

High-sidin', puffin' on a log

Stunning, the opposite of ugly

Run up in her bare like I don't care

Without a helmet, rugby

Everywhere like, yeah, you liable to see me in

Santa Clara

On the highway with my bros on my way to

Santana Row

In San Jose, they don't play like all the cities

up in the Bay

Up in the Valley, they'll melt you just like my

folks from the Delta

The Emerald Triangle, that's where the farmers

be at

Sippin' mangoscato from Napa, Earl Stevens

shit

Brand new apparel, mayne, I stay sharp as

an arrow

I like to drink out the bottle, yesterday, today

and tomorrow

UH!

We started off in the projects (projects)

Now we sittin' in the high-rise (high-rise)

The real niggas all fuck with me (fuck with me)

The hood love me 'cause I made it out (made

it out)

UH!

I did... I did that

In 1985 I pushed my first pack

Admit it... admit that

Quit the yola game and wrote some ridnaps

Soil savage... born to ball

Married to the streets by common-law

Mackin', autographs on napkins

My diamonds be out here spazzin'

Showcasin', flamboastin', braggin'

Gouda stackin' his pillar, about his paper

More cars than the AutoTrader

Done touched more dough than a baker

One day might be in a hoodie, the next day

I'm in a blazer

Customized by my tailor, got some killers that

owe me favors

They're thicker the soil up in the heart of the

trap

Don't get mad and come back, get down or

get mad at

They'll put your brain in your lap for showing

off in front of a batch

Tryin' to impress a hoe, that's how you get a

tag on your toe

UH!

I came up from nothin' (From the mud)

I bend corners when I come through

'Cause the real niggas, they love it (They

love it, mayne)

To see me living by my own rules

And I think nothin' of it (Nothin' of it)

From fishscales to a tycoon (A top hat,

mayne)

Yeah, I always get money (Self-made)

Yeah, I always get money (I get money)

I got it... I got my money up

I done touched more ice than a hockey puck

You can try your luck, I keep my pistol tucked

In case I gotta fuck a fuck nigga up

Block monster... I'm a hog

Hustlin' in the rain, sleet, snow or fog

Bossy, ain't never been a sorry simple Simon

Sucka sap, I'm smoking on a baseball bat

Gettin' Berkeleyed and tipsyed, I fuck with

hipsters and hippies

Gangsters and fixtures and factors, might

even know a few traffickers

Dual exhausted Flowmasters, cool with the

athletes and rappers

Know hella A-listed actors, boosters, burglars,

and purse-snatchers

The Pacific Ocean is where the paper unravel

Google, Pandora, and Twitter, Facebook and

Apple

A fixture, I built my own liquor straight from

the gravel

Subscribe to a bar of this game and come

get a sample

UH