We Made It-Crooked I

We Made It - Crooked I [Verse 1] Now what the hell should I care about, nothing I'm Paramount, f**k it bring the Maclaren out She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out French connection, I Paris my whereabouts You still in your parents' house I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse No pants derriere is out I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows I f**k with some street killers and D dealers We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers I f**k with some blunt smokers and E-pillers You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us Onion booty and some yoga pants She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance I got paper and she over stamps I got a message for the haters man [Hook] Tell them muhf**kas we made it [x4] Live good, still hood Grind hard like a real ni**a should 1hunnid, stay true Let 'em know, tell them muhf**kas we made it [Verse 2] Yeah, tell them muhf**kas we made it Johnny Blue, tell them muhf**kas we faded Middle finger you and them mothaf**kas who hate it Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica On my birthday gettin' my cake up You dudes Hollywood, say what? I call you virtual sex, you fake f**ks I don't think you want a problem I'm Andy Warhol and [?] on boardwalk I'm awesome when I draw guns Be somewhere in Boston when the law come With a bad b**ch and she know it's pimpin' Her accent is like Lois Griffin The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken Some red wine, let's toast to livin' [Hook] [Verse 3] Breaking news, we making moves You new niggas listen, pay your dues Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes Box me, you need a drug test Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest Then I tell your ho put on her f**k dress Give me brains for fame, that's success The best revenge and this is murder now You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down VH1 b**ch in a black Carerra Gettin' Viacom p**sy in this ratchet era F**k her weave up and her black mascara Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera [Hook]