[Verse 1:]

No complaints, life is all good, ain't it?

I'm maintaining in the game where the game changes

Homies that I grew up with became strangers

I'm still the same but they changed when I became 

famous

I spell that word, all this fam, ain't us in it

I believed in my dream but you ain't put yo trust in it

I'm going up and my real niggas stay down

Now we at the table food fightin, throwin cake around

Yea, I'm talkin chicken to cheddar, etcetera

So why yourself a better people? It only could better 

ya

Sharpen up my lyrics to bury competitors

Pray before I ride in the booth, I'm a predator

Chasin anvil, talkin several

So I can open up the thoughts and get the revenue

I won't stop until it's on

Told my workers and the bosses so that they can hold it 

on



[Hook: x2]

Damn it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before the silent to the grave nigga

And I'm a hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got 10 toes down



[Verse 2:]

Tins on my strong and I'm still goin

Desposin all the fake, now the real showin

This is chess not checkers, get your game up

I done kept it real for too long for me to change up

Money on my mind, wutchu thinkin bout?

Got some niggas in the street, I'm tryna take em out

That's what a boss do, horse shoe on the back of my 

pants

That's my true religion when I walk through

I praise God for the blessings that He gave me

I got some demons in my closet, hope He'll save me

No pops, but my mama did raise me

She told me cut the grass and watch the snakes creep

Yea, one hand on The Bible

Prayin while I got my other hand on the riffle

All I need is God and my guns

And a couple real niggas by my side and I'm good



[Hook: x4]

Damn it feel good to be a made nigga

Death before the silent to the grave nigga

And I'm a hold this shit down

Feet planted to the pavement, I got 10 toes down