We Made It

Hey Nikki how ya going, I'm still admiring ya beauty and its ever showing

Even though ya probably don't know, I'm the short guy who got the hot flow

And its simplistic, Sometimes realistic, But I don't always abide by laws so this tha illegal Shiznit

Your boy is ever flowing, Never knowing, Which way he going, But some day he gone have a bad bitch moaning

All up in his ten K bed, Receiving the best head, While listening to the Weeknd and Bryson Tiller on beats red

Speaker, I chase women like jets and hear seekers, Same with flows

You know, If you want beef, You best be deceased, And buried six hundred feet

Below the surface, Going 20 leagues and your sonar heard this, So hot the ice don melted

And everybody felt it, The Hollywood hills is now lower than the body of Elvis

How Ironic that something so symbolic, Is also like the gap between her thighs

The division between girls small and wide, And between people rich and people poor

I feel like a rich man having a mahogany wood door, Even though I got it for cheap

Don't tell em, I be in my neighbors head like thoughts from green trees

And I think my neighbor's name is Wiz, And the other got two kids

But I don't know if he smoke pot, But at night all I hear is Yeezy he so hot

And he no longer got his fingers, I mean his head up his ass, For women to talk that way

They must know that memes be coming like the new day, Or night

Of course its a first class flight, With no second class bitches

Because the hot ones I got ain't in ya pictures, Or on the net

They strictly confidential, Like celeb vets, Them I can't understand

Who the fuck wanna marry dogs man, The bitch let him hit and run

There ain't no commitment there son, And if you think there is

Bitch go have some kids, As I rap this shit, No seriously go

You might end up a Sarah Silverman, 50 year old ho

But my nigga we made it, My nigga we made it, And to all my haters

I got happiness and green faces