Isaah Santos - We Made It lyrics

[Produced by Soulja Boy] [Eastbound and Down sample] The only thing I'm seeing that I'd like to put an amend on, is perhaps a little more room for the fixins. You know what I'm talking about? Ooooh, we're gonna have a lot of fixins? We're gonna have so many f**ing fixings up in this motherf**er. This sh**'s gonna go through the roof! Ooh, goddamn, I'm sh**tin gold these days [Verse One: P-Stunna] The haters, the racists, debatin my basis, no label will label me I barely exist to you n***as, so please tell me how can you hate on me? Switchin up the flow because I ain't never own Versace When you cop the Carmines in May you also better make sure you cop me Dirty south more than a phrase where I was raised Come from dirt poor, I'll guarantee you'll be amazed Think I'm just another whiteboy born to riches But I'm from the 407, they don't raise no b**hes Your perception of Orlando is a little screwed up There's a difference between Disney and where I grew up I ain't trying to brag, I am not from the hood I'm just tired of you f*gs saying my life was always good Sorry Mrs Spydar for so much sh** talk I sincerely apologize for callin you a thot I was angry Now I feel like everybody wanna chain me So now I will claim thee Inferior to me PSM superiority Pro Vision up in this My motives none of your business You career I will finish Before my flame is diminished Got a little notoriety Now Clip wanting to fire me Cause I be actin co*ky Don't knock me I'm just tired G Of all the bullsh** you be puttin me through So i celebrate success, it ain't the wrong thing to do Nameless spark the blunt, now it got me faded f** it I'm celebratin like n***a we made it n***a we made it Young Clip stunt on these haters [Eastbond and Down sample] I don't know why people keep telling me to slow down. Seems like motherf**ers should be shuttin the hell up and enjoying the show [Verse Two: Tha Clip] Back from the celebration, the funny thing is that I'm from celebration Moved to O-Town all day, that's where we gonna stay after we finally made it The haters, the racists, got multiple faces, but show me the ugly ones The hatin cause one day my house gon be so spacious and they ain't gon fill it up Don't mess with the best or the next thing you do will be countin yo blessings Sent my n***a a text and that's all that I need to teach you all a lesson We hustle, straight flexin, eat rappers for breakfast but food's a necessity We ain't never restin but anything's better than workin concession I try not to go too hard or Imma get charged with a**ault and battery Don't claim that you ball n***a step off and get back to bath salts and lathering PSM is the best in Orlando I think that I deserve a certificate You n***as can't handle us, handling n***as got us in the business So mature for my age, it's amazing, 13 and I was already shavin The difference between me and others my age is that I ain't gettin lazy I fear all my peers are just here to get baked and no that's not okay Don't blame me but that's not the green I'm trying to make Cause I'm trynna make stacks of the paper Stacks of the paper Gotta get up these leaves somebody get me a rake [?] flapjacks and my bacon And I'm workin on the rules, call it manual labor Love the rap game, this is manual labor And fortunately it's working in my favor I favor the flavor of haters now savor it Quickly my label, don't be a favorite Y'all don't feel like you made us, it's all because OTS stunt on these haters Y'all don't feel like you made us, it's all because OTS stunt on these haters