Young Chop - I Made It WSHH Premiere lyrics

[Intro] Young Chop on the Beat Yeah, Feel like a Celebration Tell him to boss sh** up Home-made They Mad Told them amma make it Broke n***as ain't gonna Make it that far [Hook 1] There Hate already made me feel Am in already I came from nothing, climbing To the top I've made it already They wanna, I already feel it Already Car,Cloths,Juelz,Hoes, I've Made it already, (alreadyyy) I've made it, I've made it I've made it, I've made it Am Popping Bottles Am Faded I've made it,I've made it [Verse 1] n***as saying I've made it Got these n***as hating Money team I swear Form life My Bank erased me Juelada a Top Top spot that am making Rondo got that 30,and that Bruner go crazy But they ain't really worried About us How they got beef, and ain't heard About us Shennal bell match the red bottoms The way judie get the bread out em Strip Club Throwing Couple thousands You can see their face when the bread piling Shooting 50 with the swirl hiring Broke a** n***a would be cab driving Everyday Foreign car from different Countries, all these Bad b**hes, getting Different moneys If you n***as Hating go and get some money If you n***as Hating go and get some money [Hook] They heard that I made it I hate em' for hating I changed the Mac crazy Why the f** you got a stainless And I started from the bottom Why the f** are they hating on me Long time ago, head home to snack Home, No diaper to strap on Because its hard out here rich n***a Let you starve out here You got to play your part out here Can't let them play your cards out here Because I've made it Its a celebration Why the f** they hating on me All the fancy cars, fancy cloths Fancy hoes, I've got it Everything I got right now as a Kid I could not imagine And I got to have it, My shooters Tote tagging And you n***as might win But my n***as so priceless And yall on the like sh** Red bottoms, f** all that Mic sh** I made us on all the right sh** Yeah am arrogant,because I've made it [Hook]