Made Man

Ruski on the track 

(Chorus)
(High singing voice)
Growing up poor,
eating crumbs of the floor,
Now I’m eating steak and blowing coke off a whore,
Money coming in swat at the door,
Money ain’t an issue,
I’m buying everything in the store,
From Gucci to Prada to Hollywood to Vegas,
Counting all these checks thanks to my haters.
(Verse 1)
Made it on my own without no backpack,
Trappin all day with the heater,
Feeling like a maid cleaning up with a street sweeper,
Like an OG getting calls no beeper,
Terrorizing these haters like a terrorized sleeper,
Flow so hot call it a heat seeker,
Used to count sheep now I’m counting papers,
Checks coming in faster than my haters,
Police coming in with swat now they raiders,
Too much money on my mind I can see the future, 
Tunnel vision blurry going fast like racer, 
Heartbeat fast no pace maker,
Cutting out fakes clean like a landscaper,
Keep it cut so low you see the snakes leaving,
Laser on my hip you can see the laser beaming,
Money drunk and now you see me leaning, 
Whips at cribs and bitches on my lap,
Pussy so good leave that bitch with a gap,
Pop off at me I’ll bang with my strap,
Bi polar twins better watch out they might snap,
No control in this game like the drugs in my veins,
Bitches like zombies going out given brains,
Top down music loud,
blowing smoke like a cloud,
(Chorus)
(High singing voice)
Growing up poor,
eating crumbs of the floor,
Now I’m eating steak and blowing coke off a whore,
Money coming in swat at the door,
Money ain’t an issue,
I’m buying everything in the store,
From Gucci to Prada to Hollywood to Vegas,
Counting all these checks thanks to my haters.
(Verse 2)
From projects to self made, 
Kept grinding till I got paid,
Overflowing paper in my pocket,
Whips so fast like a rocket,
Mama don’t worry cuz I got it,
Never being broke again i promise,
From sun up to sun down,
Im grinding all day so you can wear the crown,
Stand ten toes never fold,
Got money so old it’s grown mold,
Paper went from green to blue faces,
Color everywhere don’t know their races,
Haters looking at me clueless like their faceless,
Now they spreading rumors to watch me crumble,
I keep it a hundred and I’m always humble,
Selling out shows like it’s my last day,
Every day I thank God he let me stay,
Better be careful friend turn astray, 
Jealousy at its finest when I’m hated,
But it’s all good I’m going up cuz I’m elevated,
Fucking on your bitch like I’m masturbated. 
(Chorus)
(High singing voice)
Growing up poor,
eating crumbs of the floor,
Now I’m eating steak and blowing coke off a whore,
Money coming in swat at the door,
Money ain’t an issue,
I’m buying everything in the store,
From Gucci to Prada to Hollywood to Vegas,
Counting all these checks thanks to my haters

Trap