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Bobby Fishscale – Made It (Audio, Lyrics)

Bobby Fishscale has released a piece of new music which is titled “Made It”. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

Bobby Fishscale Made It

Bobby Fishscale Made It

Bobby Fishscale is a rapper hailing from Quincy, Florida. Signed to Roc Nation, the artist is best known for delivering relatable lyrics on powerful beats. For years, he has been dedicated to reaching new heights within the music industry, and he does not plan on stopping any time soon.

Hoping to become the next emerging star out of Florida, Fishscale has worked with some of the most prominent artists in the industry. From being co-signed by Lil Uzi Vert and Kodak Black to working with artists like Quavo and Juicy J, the rapper has worked tirelessly to accomplish his goals.

Today (October 10), Bobby Fishscale dropped his newest single, “MADE IT.” The three-minute record consisted of a mysterious beat followed by a plethora of drums. Not wasting any time, the rapper came full force, rapping about his upbringing and current life.

“You can call me Mike-Will cause I motherf*cking made it/Want me to go back to the old me/You must be motherf*cking crazy,” he rapped.

Bobby Fishscale – Made It

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Lifted)

[Chorus]
You can call me Mike-Will ’cause I motherfucking made it
Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy
I ain’t beefin’ with you niggas, too much money to be chasing
It ain’t nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy
I’m makin’ songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates
I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes
I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play
Made it out that play, thought they’d congratulate but they hate

[Verse 1]
« How you made it through the trenches? »
« How you made it through the violencе? »
« How you made it to the Roc? »
They think I’m Illuminati
I had junkiеs at the door, I had momma house crowded
Couldn’t learn about division, had to worry ’bout dyin’
Flashback, brother funeral
Still remember momma crying
When I just sell a line, reach down and touch the iron
I made it out bussin’ bike, 38’s, Draco’s, and 9’s
When I think about this shit, I could’ve died ninety times

[Chorus]
You can call me Mike-Will ’cause I motherfucking made it
Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy
I ain’t beefin’ with you niggas, too much money to be chasing
It ain’t nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy
I’m makin’ songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates
I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes
I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play
Made it out that play, thought they’d congratulate but they hate

[Verse 2]
Had to make my own dope, had to make my own strand
Hit ’em with them fishy feet, had to make my own dance
Had to buck the landlord, we was living off the land
Had believe in myself, no one want give Fish a chance
When you were paying twenty-three, I was gettin’ ’em for a band
You were gettin’ dropped at school, I was holding grandma hand
She was walking in the heat, AC, a church fan
I was sweating in my sleep, we ain’t even have a fan

[Chorus]
You can call me Mike-Will ’cause I motherfucking made it
Want me to go back to the old me, you motherfucking crazy
I ain’t beefin’ with you niggas, too much money to be chasing
It ain’t nobody else fault that your hustle game lazy
I’m makin’ songs everyday, still re-ing up with plates
I was fifteen the first time I ate Frosted Flakes
I made it from where you would get your ass murked if you play
Made it out that play, thought they’d congratulate but they hate

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