Made lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]

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 Burgundy y'all 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: Drake]

We made it

We made it

We made it

They hate it

They hate it

They hate it

They hate it

[Refrain: Drake, Big Sean]

I feel like we made it

But we ain't made enough

It's so amazing

You woulda thought we made it up

Man I was made to be greater

Made for the grind

Made for the lights

Made for the shine

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

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: Drake]

We made it

We made it

We made it

They hate it

They hate it

They hate it

They hate it