Brother, we made it, yeah
Ten out of ten, bitch, got in the playlist
That's not crude, bitch, that's Palm Angels
5-star suite is for t-low basic

Brother, we made it, yeah
I hear jealousy when a bastard hates
The boys go in when a bastard talks
Codeine pints, that t-low floats, bitch
Brother, we made it (made it, made it, made it)

(Miksu)
(Macloud)

I come from not much, yeah
From mooching off the dope dealer
To, baby, I make a lot of cash, yeah
Baby, this is real when I say
"I've been bunking with rats, on fifteen xans
Plates mold, t-low lives in his dirt, yeah"

Now I make big racks
Cops arrive and want piss test
Back in the day she didn't like me, now she's big fan, yeah
Yeah, she slides in the DMs and wants dick, now
My bros were already there when I didn't have a dime'
So it's obvious that soon we'll all be driving a Benz
Pretty obvious that everyone is making cash now
You see the Prada, you see the flex, man, yeah
Wasn't always like this, yeah, I was dead broke, yeah
If you drop by, please bring a pizza over
The hunger's killing me and so are all the pills
Yeah, two years later I'm rich and clean from xans too
Made my momma proud, made my daddy proud
So I don't give a fuck what nobody says, bitch, ah
Yeah, I keep making guap, bitch, yeah

Brother, we made it, yeah
Ten out of ten, bitch, got in the playlist
That's not crude, bitch, that's Palm Angels
5-star suite is for t-low basic

Brother, we made it, yeah
I hear jealousy when a bastard hates
The boys go in when a bastard talks
Codeine pints, that t-low floats, bitch

Brother, we made it, yeah
Ten out of ten, bitch, got in the playlist
That's not crude, bitch, that's Palm Angels
5-star suite is for t-low basic

Brother, we made it, yeah
I hear jealousy when a bastard hates
The boys go in when a bastard talks
Codeine pints, that t-low floats, bitch

Same circle for ten years
Today in a sports car and in the past by train
Money longer and also longer hair
I went from broke boy straight to star
Rolex on my wrist, Santos on my arm
Christmas means buy a car for mom
I recorded at a construction site and made the charts
Never sell my ass, I stay smart, yeah
Cheap beer became Dom Perignon
Ice on me, my chain frozen
I'll stay here, yeah, I give you my word
Baby, I'm ballin', but I ain't talkin' about sports
I never want to be broke again
I grind to my death, because I know
That this all did not come on its own

We made it
Make 50k with your track, bitch, yeah
I am on every bad bitch's playlist, yeah, yeah
Three hits in one night, make a hattrick, yeah
Yeah, Bro, we made it, yeah
Yeah, we made it, yeah

Brother, we made it, yeah
Ten out of ten, bitch, got in the playlist
That's not crude, bitch, that's Palm Angels
5-star suite is for t-low basic

Brother, we made it, yeah
I hear jealousy when a bastard hates
The boys go in when a bastard talks
Codeine pints, that t-low floats, bitch

Brother, we made it, yeah
Ten out of ten, bitch, got in the playlist
That's not crude, bitch, that's Palm Angels
5-star suite is for t-low basic

Brother, we made it, yeah
I hear jealousy when a bastard hates
The boys go in when a bastard talks
Codeine pints, that t-low floats, bitch
Brother, we made it (made it, made it, made it)

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