[Intro] Like...Why do you...Why do you not want to spit on this beat? This beat is hot. Like, this track is really crazy, Like, do you.. Hold on, my part's coming up... We made it! We made it! Like, how do you not want to spit on this beat? This beat is crazy, dog You know what? Forget you, I'ma just do my verse Start that jawn for me real quick Yeah [Verse] It all makes sense when I walk through the door, all y'all n***as start hating (Why?) We eating so good, all y'all don't know where the plates is In 2014, I'll be dropping an album, you know what the name is (Yup.) n***as start rushing in studios, snapping like "n***a he made it" (Go off) You should know if I'm dropping a track, then, I'm skatin (Go off) My verse in my phone and I'm talkin to money, you call has been waited Steady debating, never equating, y'all start dividing your soul up to Satan Rappers should know I could spit on your sketch and it turn to a painting (Damn.) I make all my beats so, I don't need a payment I just make sure when it bumps in the whip, all you hear is amazement (Cha-cha!) Remember when n***as was spitting their rap on their floor of the basement Now I wake up in a studio daily, like "n***a, I made it" f** all you rappers that lied, (f** 'em) Saying you got on my track and k** it, surprise I made it all from a dollar and turned it 5 (hundred) b**h, I'm alive Next time, be wise, oblige to my wish or get dedicated (Damn.) I ain't sh** else to say to this microphone, n***a, I made it [Outro] We made it! Damn. We made it Sike, naw, we ain't make sh** Yo, I f**ing made it