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Made It Video (MV)




Performed By: DJ 23
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Ralph Russell




DJ 23 - Made It Lyrics
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(Yea, yea)
(I made it here, I made it here, I made it here)
(Smoking strong thinking bout the past)
(Nah forreal, These niggas said I wouldn't make it)
(But somehow I found a way)
(Nah, Forreal)
Mind is cloudy, vision blurry
Smoking this weed to clear my worries
Going too hard, Lil Baby
I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
Hustle mentality built for the long run (Long run)
Ran up bout a ten in a whole month (Whole month)
Now all of these bitches they want some (Want some)
F*ck em' all, I rather be lonesome
Why are these niggas coming around me when I didn't ask for help? (Help)
Yall gotta pay 23 for a feature now, my music ain't sitting on the shelf (Shelf)
Wrestling with the fact I got some tricks and secret finishers under my belt (My belt)
Yall ain't even see this shit coming when I told yall I would make it here
I was just struggling, I had to get up (Get up)
I saw the future, couldn't just give up (Give up)
Never sip drank, couldn't f*ck up my liver
No pressure bout a hoe, I ain't tender
Now I done turned to a certified winner
Been putting up numbers since I was a beginner (Beginner)
Seperated myself from other spinners
They ain't mixing like the boy when I cook dinner (Cook dinner)
Thinking back when I was f*cking up ramen noodles in the dorm
Times was hard, that wasn't the norm
Didn't waste much time on 2K, I was in the shooting range creating my form
So I can be automatic from deep
Finna be poppin' up on yo TV
With a baddie look like Angel Reese
Skirting off, I throw up the peace
Ladies they telling me nigga you poppin', you must just not understand
This shit is really tough to register, niggas suprised I stook to the plan
Yea I made it through the rain and bad weather
Took a step back and got it together (Together)
Making sure I'm always standing on business (Business)
Ain't got no room for stupid decisions
Mind is cloudy, vision blurry
Smoking this weed to clear my worries
Going too hard, Lil Baby
I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
Hustle mentality built for the long run (Long run)
Ran up bout a ten in a whole month (Whole month)
Now all of these bitches they want some (Want some)
F*ck em' all, I rather be lonesome
Why are these niggas coming around me when I didn't ask for help? (Help)
Yall gotta pay 23 for a feature now, my music ain't sitting on the shelf (Shelf)
Wrestling with the fact I got some tricks and secret finishers under my belt (My belt)
Yall ain't even see this shit coming when I told yall I would make it here
(Yea I told yall I'd make here)
(Make it here, make it here, make it here)
(Yea, I made it here)
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(Yea, yea)
(I made it here, I made it here, I made it here)
(Smoking strong thinking bout the past)
(Nah forreal, These niggas said I wouldn't make it)
(But somehow I found a way)
(Nah, Forreal)
Mind is cloudy, vision blurry
Smoking this weed to clear my worries
Going too hard, Lil Baby
I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
Hustle mentality built for the long run (Long run)
Ran up bout a ten in a whole month (Whole month)
Now all of these bitches they want some (Want some)
F*ck em' all, I rather be lonesome
Why are these niggas coming around me when I didn't ask for help? (Help)
Yall gotta pay 23 for a feature now, my music ain't sitting on the shelf (Shelf)
Wrestling with the fact I got some tricks and secret finishers under my belt (My belt)
Yall ain't even see this shit coming when I told yall I would make it here
I was just struggling, I had to get up (Get up)
I saw the future, couldn't just give up (Give up)
Never sip drank, couldn't f*ck up my liver
No pressure bout a hoe, I ain't tender
Now I done turned to a certified winner
Been putting up numbers since I was a beginner (Beginner)
Seperated myself from other spinners
They ain't mixing like the boy when I cook dinner (Cook dinner)
Thinking back when I was f*cking up ramen noodles in the dorm
Times was hard, that wasn't the norm
Didn't waste much time on 2K, I was in the shooting range creating my form
So I can be automatic from deep
Finna be poppin' up on yo TV
With a baddie look like Angel Reese
Skirting off, I throw up the peace
Ladies they telling me nigga you poppin', you must just not understand
This shit is really tough to register, niggas suprised I stook to the plan
Yea I made it through the rain and bad weather
Took a step back and got it together (Together)
Making sure I'm always standing on business (Business)
Ain't got no room for stupid decisions
Mind is cloudy, vision blurry
Smoking this weed to clear my worries
Going too hard, Lil Baby
I'm tryna get this money in a hurry
Hustle mentality built for the long run (Long run)
Ran up bout a ten in a whole month (Whole month)
Now all of these bitches they want some (Want some)
F*ck em' all, I rather be lonesome
Why are these niggas coming around me when I didn't ask for help? (Help)
Yall gotta pay 23 for a feature now, my music ain't sitting on the shelf (Shelf)
Wrestling with the fact I got some tricks and secret finishers under my belt (My belt)
Yall ain't even see this shit coming when I told yall I would make it here
(Yea I told yall I'd make here)
(Make it here, make it here, make it here)
(Yea, I made it here)
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Writer: Ralph Russell
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