941 Made (Radio Edit)

Diary of a black man Young Nigga hit the streets with a trap on us Young Nigga 13 with a strap on em You gone make it to the league you could be something You gone make it out the streets you could see something Forgive me mama know it's tough for a black woman Man this shit getting rough for a black woman Start your own business you could be your own owner I start my own label ima be my own owner I'm knee deep in the game no one can save me I remember the things the streets gave me See they know that I'm wise that's why they praise me Man I think I was 9 when I seen Haiti I was changing the lives of trap babies The shit that make the dope boys go crazy See this money make my own kind hate me Food stamps make the whole hood lazy Look up to biggie and pac nas and jayz See I was dicking they wives no bitches played me I ain't met a chick yet that wouldn't date me Boy I might be out here smashing your lady See I'm one of a kind you can't replace me I'm self made against the odds nobody made me I get the feeling bread filling like a bakery I'm in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastries Talk money we could talk numbers Niggas wanna talk bitches we done had slumbers Trap all winter just to ball all summer Trapped all winter just to go and ball on em Niggas switch they won't even get a call from us Hit the strip just the clique all road runners Lied to the plug just to keep from going under I refuse to let em treat me like a new comer Uh uh slide on em Uh uh vibe on em Mosh pit flow then I dive on em Niggas hate you most when you thrive on em Bitches play you close when you strive on em Uh uh glide on em Uh uh ride on em Facebook instagram live on em Ain't loving these bitches why they be lying on em I'm trusting my niggas I ain't relying on em Graduate You still fucking broke hoes it's time to separate You still hang with them joes it's time to elevate I be standing ten toes before I navigate I ain't worried bout foes I leave devastate They can sense that I'm different I'm bout to levitate I can't wait on y'all Niggas y'all bout to hesitate Got the cross on me vision and I accelerate Got the sauce on me dripping I let it marinate Had to live and I learned it made me meditate All the credit I earned no need to celebrate I was waiting my turn I planned a great escape Early bird get the worm and I was never late Got a clique full of killers you niggas featherweight I wash away your guerrillas now that's a bathing ape I'm the king of the city you just affiliate 941 They gone hear me I let it resonate