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hittz - finally made it lyrics

[hook] (cartier jones)
i got kush on top of kush (yea yea)
lean on top of lean (yea yea)
i’m on top of the world and yo b-tch on top of me (yea yea)
(x2) ain’t stopping me (yea yea)
i’ma f-ck the whole world and that’s my philosophy
we finally made it!
and we ain’t playing doe
i den fell in love wit it i’m just saying doe
i was running through a check like i’m randle
i den got so f-cking high that i can’t land doe (ohhhh)

[verse 1]
starving no longer a problem
told my n-gg-s if they need it i got em
dropped outta school ain’t make it through college
who cares about science when you from the projects (uh)
shawty she think i’m the prophecy probably
gotta ap and this watch got em watching me
taking chances had to take em like robberies
charles manson i got k!llers that follow me (uh)
i’m the best man i guest i gotta show somebody
walking into the bank always know somebody
but i always feel alone like i owe somebody
n-gg-s steady wasting all they time lying
guess that’s the perfect definition of a time line
street smart easy transition into einstein
got me fina buy out the bar yea she wine fine
was me b-tta and skeezy
we made it all happen wasn’t none of it easy
we been did the gucci we did the balenci
i ball wit my dogs we did the givenchy
they should just give us the keys to the city
i met my b-tch on a beach up in fendi
i get this money and go feed the members
related to tut you can see the resemblance (b-tch)
they ain’t wanna see a young n-gg- from the bottom make it
now i got this money on my side like it’s cooperating
all these n-gg-s claiming they so real they so animated
got my mama out the hood beat the odds like anna mae

[hook]

[verse2]
multiple bands they say we got em
walking into the club wit ya favorite model
m6 gotta crazy throttle
with a 6 of lean in a baby bottle
hood stars we shoulda won awards
multiple bosses on one accord
that’s what them b-tches be f-ckin us for
let me get behind her like a f-ckin accord
rapper now so i just f-ck and record
p-rnstar she let me f-ck and record
django ain’t the only black man on a horse see me up in this porsche
won’t stop till i’m up in the source
keep going till i’m stuck in the forbes
lean get absorbed til my abs sore
no longer local b-tch i need a p-ssport
won’t rewind sh-t my money den fast foward
fake hustlers got mo’ dummies than crash course
rich gang members where is the task force
diamonds all water like i got em from blastoise
i was getting problems that i didn’t even ask for
but now i got mo’ dollars then a n-gg- could ask for
free my brother munchy we just made it
even though a n-gg- sick we just tryna have patience
we finally made it!

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