bk made me lyrics – foxy brown

guiding, a dream
it’s where, we always meet
i’m guiding, a dream
it’s where, we alway meet

[verse one]
got dreams of ending this b*tch, my life is miserable
make me end this sh*t, find my *ss in critical
no, my nightmares come frequent like they rituals
but my words come swift, divine like the pennicle
see, that’s why i rock my shades, so when i cry
and my eyes are red, i can still hide my pain
then i step on stage and, crowd is in a rage and
i make the first page and, my mission’s complete
but when i step off of stage, it’s back to reality
problems still the same, and life’s a f*ckin’ tragedy
thoughts still the same and, i still dream of dying and
taking some hard sh*t, to make me feel i’m flying and
wish i was told i was carried as low
in this cold f*ckin’ world, i wanna f*ckin’ explode
guess it’s time for me to depart, know it sounds strange
but i served my purpose, and i made my mark

[repeat hook]

[verse two]
as long as the streets know it’s a cl*ssic
fluck all y’all envious b*st*rds
i’m thorough when i’m, reppin’ my borough n*gg*
know tell me who could f*ck wit’, y’all put y’all money it
i make examples out of b*tches, y’all don’t really want it
since ill na na, i’ve been going through drama
and i get on my knees
and i thank, god for my momma
since a youngin i been knowin’, i be forever flowin’
back in the lab b**tch, back in my zone
no, thou shall not f*ck with f to the izz o
bullsh*t aside, i got y’all rappers by a lanslide
pardon me, i’m not your average, i’m a savage
when it come to this game, i’m as ill as my name
so gav and ant brought me back, i was sick of this rap
sick of the fame, sick of n*gg*s hauling my name
no, i cant quit
i’m as real as they get
yes, back on the scene
still reps no press

[repeat hook]

[verse 3]
death before dishonor
born alone, die alone
my crew think i’m 7, bought a plane so i could fly alone
no security, got the nine through the stallion
run through louie, when i wanna get my style on
body something, get the chair and i’ll fry alone
the skylarking, six be moonwalking
no, who keeps a floss game like fox and pretty
in kennedy with twenty louie’s like akeim and simmi
no, n*body grinning, don’t take it as rude
i was a little too gangsta for the moulin rouge

[repeat hook until end]

/ foxy brown lyrics