Made

[Drake - Verse 1] Low-key Peter Parker flow Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though Private flights no hassle I just park and go I’m the highlight like when markers glow Oooooh, look what you created Only got yourself to blame I remember when you hated ooooh Now you tell me take my time How bout I just take your city make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha I’m a underground king ho I sit tall, I swang low The game ain't always fair and thats the thing though You can play your heart out everyone don’t get a ring though You are in the presence of a champion Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in You always be calling her, she ain’t never answering You ain’t figured out I am the reason that she canceling I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can’t come in Call me Ron Bergundy ya’ll the other anchormen Whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music Cause rumours I’m the new shit And guess what it’s true bitch [Hook] We made it We made it We made it They hate it They hate it They hate it They hate it [Drake] I feel like we made it But we ain't made enough Its so amazing You woulda thought we made it up [Big Sean] Man I was made to be greater Made for the grind Made for the lights Made for the shine [Big Sean - Verse 2] Ay look I need less friends more bread Less talk more head Used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it) I’m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge Said she like all girls I turn that bitch co-ed Threw on my track team handed my baton to her Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica Who got up on my nerves so I had to platonic her No that ain't my girl but every leader needs a Monica I’m the head of my estate ain't that ironic huh I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer Ohh, I’m who they going ape shit over I’m who your girlfriend acting like she ain't shit over See broads over niggas but business over broads See business equals money and money’s over all I’m tryna move my momma from the ghettos to the meadows Well she can’t stay in that fucking hood forever, forever Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage check and a chick Fast girls, faster whip, big chains master shit Bitch I’m living everyday month yearly Yell until you muthfuckers hear me We made it [Hook]