Corrección Letra Made Me Everything Pt. 2 par Maxo Kream

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Letra

Ayy
What you gave to me, oh, Lord
Your sweet love (Your sweet love)
Oh, baby
Then again I go down
I go down on my knees and I pray (On my knees)
Yes, Lord, thank you, Lord

I give thanks for life
I learned how to handle my business
Learned to shoo off the critics
n***a, I need a larger percentage of all of these winnings
You talkin' digits, now you got my attention
Watch my antennas lift
How we runnin' clubs in buildings
We had no memberships?
Calloused hands from lifting weight off the shoulders of n***as
Boulders and stones, I was raised 'round cobras, gorillas
Yet holdin' my own
They don't owe me 'cause I'm purest intentions
Did I mention that I'm in this b*t*h start to the finish?
Entrance to exit, you the strong friend, I feel you, girl
That's for real, don't kill yourself tryna heal the world
'Cause when you share laughs with somebody, you acquaintances
But when you share tears, you family, and that's the way it is

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shootin' it lights out
Came out the mud, a diamond in rough
Just gimme a wipe down, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shinin' bright until the lights turn out
Salute me when you see me, man
Salute me when you see me, goddamn

The pain made me everything I am (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Took everything I got right up to the top
The pain made me everything I am (Ha, ha)
Took everything I got right up to the top
Ayy, you ain't got the bandwidth to handle this
You ain't got the bandwidth to handle this, nah
You ain't got the bandwidth to handle this
You ain't got the bandwidth to handle this, nah

Mr. Water whip that dirt, I had to get it out the mud, huh
Rob, finesse, and jugg, sh*t, it is what it was, huh
The pain made me who I am, yeah
Serving that killa like Cam, yeah
And I made it all off grams, yeah
I ain't never have to do a scam (Yeah)
C-O-D, straight pocket profit
n***as pocket watchin'
pu**y poppin', poppin' pocket rockets
Bodies get to droppin'
Slangin' crops and pot like photoshoppin'
Wrap it, ship it, box it
And I'm in love with my nina
Our relationship too toxic

Ooh, well spoken for a black man (Ha, ha)
That's how you serve a compliment with your back hand
A routine stop, ain't no talking back (Ha, ha)
Save your breath, keep your two cents and invest in a dash cam
Life is such a b*t*h
'Cause the more you know, the less you know
We were playin' chess, but you stuck to doing checkers still
No more X and O's
Now we X-ing those who get too close
When they came to beef, they look like vegetable from neck below
Picture money talkin' where my decimals meet decibals
Friend to foe, I treat 'em like Mufasa's death
That mean if I catch you n***as lyin'
I'ma let you go
That mean if I catch you n***as lyin'
I'ma let you go
It's best you know

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