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!