Album on Thank God

Track 9 on Thank God
Featuring

Polo G
Made Man Lyrics
[Intro]
Crazy

[Verse 1: Hunxho]
Yeah, I bring her on the poles when I do shows
Unless I’m on my block, I don’t feel home
I’m beefin’ right now with my bitch, yeah, hurt my soul
Just thankin’ God it ain’t no opp, he know I’ll blow

[Pre-Chorus: Hunxho]
How I leave her quick? I don’t play shit, girl, you can’t play me
This shit get bloody, I’m with Bs like I’m JAY-Z
And I done bought so many skis, bro like Jason
It ain’t no nigga made me ’cause I’m a made man

[Chorus: Hunxho]
God knows I’m a made man
I don’t ever gotta leak
‘Yo inside my basement
They know I’m a prodigy
On my block like Amen
Bappin’ nigga, yeah, I bleed
I ain’t gotta say nan’

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Private flights and double cups, now my opps can’t fuck with us
Two for one, let’s double up, we’ll pop out another cut
We gon’ spin again and spin again, that’s if my brother’s tucked
Feel like Uzi, I got dead friends, have me like, “What the fuck?”
Off Addies or ecstasy, I stay up ’til my eyes sore
Her love been turnin’ me softer, gotta lock in with my guys more
Opps bet’ not tell us to pull up, gon’ get what they ask for
And them trench gangs, this shit got shook up
We played on that crash court
Now I’m solo ridin’, like fuck these hoes, I’m grindin’
She don’t need no more mileage, put my lil’ bros on diamonds
They try and take advantage, I hate to show my kindness
Heartless, so I can’t manage, some day, I hope I find it
See upcoming rap shows

[Pre-Chorus: Hunxho]
How I leave her quick? I don’t play shit, girl, you can’t play me
This shit get bloody, I’m with Bs like I’m JAY-Z
And I done bought so many skis, bro like Jason
It ain’t no nigga made me ’cause I’m a made man

[Chorus: Hunxho]
God knows I’m a made man
I don’t ever gotta leak
‘Yo inside my basement
They know I’m a prodigy
On my block like Amen
Bappin’ nigga, yeah, I bleed
I ain’t gotta say nan’
My heart takin’ too much
Feel like my shit caved in
I got everything I want, I pull up, made the payment
My dog, he don’t give no fuck, you dish, he pull up, sprayin’
We don’t gotta say they real, I’m real, ain’t gotta say nan’ (I’m real, ain’t gotta say nan’)