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j.norm - tagged lyrics

i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
mama i made it, ya boy gonna be famous!

verse 1

i got flows, and hoes…they treat me like i been choose
i treat em like i’m supposed, (what’s that?) i don’t know
lord please, tell me what’s your goal
for me, will i keep my soul?
im in the lead, yea i set the pole..
they on my heels no dr scholl’s
i’m trying, i’m trying…got blood that feels like iron
in the jungle im a king, or maybe im lion (lying) simba!
when i drop will they hear me? timber!
when i’m gone, will they remember?
you was hot, yeah you was hot, that lasted till september
oh they tryna tell me i’m seasoned?
the truth i’m something, you believe in
what can i do, what can is say…till these rappers give me a reason
k!ll em!, blood i see a whole a bucket spilling
i’m on some jack and jill shit
no i don’t discriminate? everybody get k!lled quick!

hook

i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
they always told me that i wouldn’t be shit
but now they see i’m it
tell them b-tches get off my d-ck!
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
they always told me that i wouldn’t be shit
but now they see i’m it
tell them b-tches get off my d-ck!

verse 2

line em up and i’ll break em down
respect in london where they give pounds
that’s big cake, hand shakes…billy cotton, yolanda brown
you see me coming, don’t make a sound
i payed my dues, i’m so endowed
got crowned the king, around the town
they say they flow i’ll make them drown
they gasping out for air, they say this shit ain’t fair
punchlines, and metaphors how can we compare?
how do we prepare?, how do we prepare?
(yeah, it’s all bad from here)
no laughing matter, what you smiling for?
i’m the slickest here(hair)..no (know) .i’ll be sure (al b sure)
to turn this mall into a morgue…cause bodybags all i got in store
turn ya favorite rappers to a shopping spree..
turn ya all your hoes to an apostrophe
that’s my possession they owned by me…shits in the bag…colostomy

hook

bridge

i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
mama i made it, ya boy gonna be famous!
ya boy gone be famous
ya boy gone be famous
i made it mama i made it
mama i made it, ya boy gonna be famous!

verse 3

from birkin bags to diesel, i’m k!lling kids the measles
they try to jack it (jacket) but these lines is in my jeans evisu
this rap game can be see thru, it’s like peek a boo…but i see you
everybody out to make the claim, that they the first with words but not hebrew?
i’m shooting at the top spot, this penmanship is lethal
i want a new car and 2 story house…called the sequel
cats claim they equal, sweet and low on some sugar shit
i give ya b-tch revis island, now she stranded lost no gilligan
see the old school is feeling him, the new school i fill em in
ya boy a star, no pentagram, that’s 100…benjamin’s
i’m ticked off that’s how i got sick, lyme disease..rocky mountain type shit
apollo creed – rocky bout round 6…a lost wallet.. no godd-mn sense(cents)
they asking me for change, obama please explain
explain!, please explain!
imagine dragons when i speak, you know it i spit flames
the only way that i’m the norm, is when they read my name

hook

i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
i’m tagged, can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
can’t you see i’m it?
they always told me that i wouldn’t be shit
but now they see i’m it
tell them b-tches get off my d-ck!
i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
i made it, mama i made it
mama i made it, ya boy gonna be famous!

finish him!)

closing!

they told me that, i’ll never win
bet they will never say that again
they threw me sk!lls i mastered them
they threw me walls i bashed them in
see it was last where they placed me at
so i took first to see how they react
said hip hop dead, well i’ll bring it back
fuck everybody no aphrodisiacs
i’m hot enough, to make satan b-tch
this pain ain’t shit, to when i slit my wrist
no laxative, i don’t give a shit
say life’s a b-tch she gone take this d-ck
they say i’m armed, but the weapons pen
they say it’s calm, before a storm begins
i shall live on through thick or thin
and remain a god till i face my end

- j norm lyrics

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