Made Lyrics - Finally Famous Vol. 3 - Big Sean

1 Drake 

Uh, low key Peter Parker flow 

Tell them bring some aces, spades, no sparkles though 

Private flights, no hassel, I just park and go 

I'm the highlight, like when markers glow 

Oooh, look what you created 

Only got yourself to blame 

I remember when you hated oooh 

Now you tell me take my time 

How bout I just take your city make that motherfucker mine 

Uh ha 

I'm a underground king hoe 

I sit tall, I swing low 

The game aint always fair and thats the thing though 

You can play your heart out everyone don't get a ring though 

You are in the presence of a champion 

Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in 

You always be calling her, she ain't never answering 

You ain't figured out I am the reason that she canceling 

I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can't come in 

Call me Ron Bergundy yall the other anchormen 

Whats on the news trick 

Gossiping bout music 

Cause rumours I'm the new shit 

And guess what it's true bitch 

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We made it 

We made it 

We made it 

They hate us 

They hate us 

They hate us 

They hate us 

Drake I feel like we made it 

But we aint made enough 

It's so amazing 

You would've thought we made it up 

Big Sean Man I was made to be greater 

Made for the grind 

Made for the lights 

Made for the shine 

2 Big Sean 

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Ay look, less friends, more bread 

Less talk, more head 

Used to ride escorts now I get escorted 

I'm just waiting on my cue dog, no pledge 

Said she like all girls I turn that bitch to co-ed 

Threw her on my track team, handed my baton to her 

Passed her and blew her off, I chronic Veronica 

Who got up on my nerves so I had to platonic her 

No that aint my girl but every leader needs a Monica 

I'm the head of my estate, aint that ironic huh 

I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer 

Oh, I'm who they going ape shit over 

I'm who your girlfriend acting like she aint shit over 

See broads over niggas 

Business over broads 

See business equals money, and money's over all 

I'm tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows 

Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever 

Was made for that Mick Jagger shit 

Baggage check and a chick 

Fast girls, faster whip, big chains, master shit 

Bitch I'm living everyday month yearly 

Yell until you motherfuckers hear me 

We Made It 

We made it 

We made it 

We made it 

They hate us 

They hate us 

They hate us 

They hate us 

Drake I feel like we made it 

But we aint made enough 

It's so amazing 

You would've thought we made it up 

Big Sean Man I was made to be greater 

Made for the grind 

Made for the lights 

Made for the shine