Lyrics:

I Got It Made!
This is my world...
I Got It Made!
This is what I want...
Wake up in the morning & I ask myself why?
I feel like living in a time to die
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
You live in hell & still ain't got any trust
I'm the one & only, I'm the only one
Beginning from the end, where you started I am done
Walkin' stalkin' always shit talkin'
I don't give a damn about the mutafuckin' dollar
See me on the street, ruff & hard
It's my world, cocksuckin' muthafuckin' goddamn right
Doin' what I want is my way of life!
I Got It Made!
This is my world...
I Got It Made!
This is what I want...
I am Phildo, the muthafuckin' Phildo
Suckers try to stop me, but they never will
So I screw you like a teacher, a lesson to be taught
Born to be safe & livin' on pot

It's your fault, your words apart
I kick a lot of ass; I know what's up
Suckers of a long drive, winners see me walk by
Run the fucker over with the muthafuckin' car by
I'm talkin' shit, I'm talkin' faeces
I'm so broke I can't pick up the pieces
Shoplifting, ain't no crime
Matter of fact, it's a hobby of mine
Like livin' large & on the time
Robbin' them blind at a drop of a dime
Takin' it from Sears & makin' it mine
I wear it, I share it, they can't believe it
When I declare it, sport it, hoard it
I'll take it from you if I think you can afford it!
I Got It Made!
This is my world...
I Got It Made!
This is what I want...
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!

I Got It Made!
I Got It Made!
I Got It Made!