Made Men (Radio Edit)
Black Militia
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Two-tone Maybach, two bad h*** Got a Backwood twisting up 'dro Two more murders on the news last night Swear to God my killers on go Two more bricks in the inner tube Interstate trapping, yeah we send 'em down the road Two AK's and a bullet proof vest Yeah my n**** can't switch, can't fold Ten toes in the game All black Range Rover sitting on thangs Baby Draco and its pointed at your frame Got a bad lil' white b**** sniffing cocaine Back to back black trucks hogging both lanes P**** a** n**** better stay in your lane Got a black card and I'll put it on your brain Real made men we ain't playing no games Wearing all black like a sold my soul Money over everything especially over h*** La Costa Nostra, can't bend, won't fold All black Maserati poking on fours Quattroporte four door, Dolce my clothes After hours shopping they gone open up the store Galleria popping but these niggas don't know I was really dead broke with a rusty .44 Trapped out, xanned out, lost my mind Whole house blacked out everybody die 12 gauge sawed off shotgun fire Young shogun don't cross that line Cross a n**** heart and I hope a n**** die If a n**** ever snitch, switch up cross sides Married to the game, yeah the dough my wife The code of Omertà put it on my life Two-tone Maybach, two bad h*** Got a Backwood twisting up 'dro Two more murders on the news last night Swear to God my killers on go Two more bricks in the inner tube Interstate trapping, yeah we send 'em down the road Two AK's and a bullet proof vest Yeah my n**** can't switch, can't fold Ten toes in the game All black Range Rover sitting on thangs Baby Draco and its pointed at your frame Got a bad lil' white b**** sniffing cocaine Back to back black trucks hogging both lanes P**** a** n**** better stay in your lane Got a black card and I'll put it on your brain Real made men we ain't playing no games Real made n**** never played no games All black tommy that'll bust your brain B**** so bad let her break yo bank Send her on a mission let her boost her rank Rolling up thrax, steady pouring up drank Bussing up packs, trapped out can't think Cook it up, whip it up, out the door Drop another opp n**** up the score Filling my room wit scalies Filling my blunts, good runts, good blessings Trapped out b**** better stay wit a weapon Spin another block double back we plexing F****** on your h** give her back we flexing Yung CEO pushing P like Pepsi All black foreign Double R b**** deadly Wack another f*** n****, Loom gang reppin, gang Two-tone Maybach, two bad h*** Got a Backwood twisting up 'dro Two more murders on the news last night Swear to God my killers on go Two more bricks in the inner tube Interstate trapping, yeah we send 'em down the road Two AK's and a bullet proof vest Yeah my n**** can't switch, can't fold Ten toes in the game All black Range Rover sitting on thangs Baby Draco and its pointed at your frame Got a bad lil' white b**** sniffing cocaine Back to back black trucks hogging both lanes P**** a** n**** better stay in your lane Got a black card and I'll put it on your brain Real made men we ain't playing no games Real made man I can make moves just a wave of the hand Killers in my ear like "Ace what's the plan?" Have you n***** missing with your face on the gram X want 'em gone, we gone get his a** slammed Light a n**** up no NBA Jam N**** wanna be a pack but he just a gram Big Backwoods, no opps just fans B**** so thick give a f*** what she saying Clip on the blick its so long it be hanging P4K all my lil' n***** bangin If they up it, no pump faking they slanging It's gone be hot summer, city going cray Three n***** dead, four shot one day If you want 'em dead dead then you gotta pay If you want 'em dead dead then he gone lay That n**** gone ah Two-tone Maybach, two bad h*** Got a Backwood twisting up 'dro Two more murders on the news last night Swear to God my killers on go Two more bricks in the inner tube Interstate trapping, yeah we send 'em down the road Two AK's and a bullet proof vest Yeah my n**** can't switch, can't fold Ten toes in the game All black Range Rover sitting on thangs Baby Draco and its pointed at your frame Got a bad lil' white b**** sniffing cocaine Back to back black trucks hogging both lanes P**** a** n**** better stay in your lane Got a black card and I'll put it on your brain Real made men we ain't playing no games
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Written by: Brandon Sterling, Gerald Reed, Jr, Nicholas Carroll
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