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I was made by the Mess ooU Yeah (Played with the drip it got slippery splash) I was made By Mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that) *4 Bitch I came up where the drugs at And I grew up where the thugs at Where they walk over you like a rugMatt Got me asking Yo where is the love at Niggas know that I came from the streets I’m still humble I’m coming in peace I’m still praying to my Jesus piece Running jozi Jordan on my feet Gotta stay Down Down Down Down Til you come up ( stay low keep firing) Gotta stay Down Down Down Down Til you come up ( stay low keep firing) For Real The shots that I took brought me life They Thought they playing me but that made me Wise Letras de cancionesI Met the bag and I made it my wife Isitini abofazi we don’t fuck up the bag Say he your mans where’s there’s bread he don’t take you When you lost in the sauce then fav you Soon as you leave the house they tryna gate you If it do not break you it’s going to make you Gotta stay Down Down Down Down Til you come up ( stay low keep firing) Gotta stay Down Down Down Down Til you come up ( stay low keep firing) For Real Opening doors that were closed I gotta get can’t say it was closed Can’t fall off because no hoes Bringing slaps I deserve they applause Bored of My bitch I’m coming yours My Bag ain’t enough so I’m coming for yours My Eggs in basket I’m dripping the York I Came in the building before I got soaked I was made by the Mess ooU Yeah (Played with the drip it got slippery splash) I was made By Mess (Check at the combos they stitched up like that) From Letras Mania