CEO Trayle - Made 4 It lyrics

(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker) ayy
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one) yeah

I was made for it you ain't earnin' that
Respect, lil' nigga, You paid for it
Nigga, this AP fit my wrist 'cause
It was made for it
I ain't never worked a day shift
I worked the graveyard saw my daddy do it
So it had turned me to a druglord
What you think I'm in Miami
Meetin' with the plug for?
But that wasn't my real daddy
That's my big sister daddy
They know I was still outside all by myself
Turned to a savage
Unless it's Louis Vuitton luggage
Then this bitch got too much baggage

My bitch ass so fat, but I'm the
Only nigga who gon' grab it, Ayy
When they had spinned that block
We was the only ones knew what happened
Police asked us 'bout it
Swear to God I don't know what happened
Lyin' for my niggas, dyin' for 'em, uh
We was all broke, laced up my boots
Do crime for 'em
My brother gone, and to this day
I still be slidin' for him
RIP reckless, keep that name alive
This shit been dangerous
They swear this shit so dangerous now
You know I'm a Perky poppin' lean pourer
I was sayin' free Yak for four
Five years until they let him go
Talkin' bad, headshot through his dome
Now he a vegetable never leave my brothers
Especially 'cause I'm next to blow
Top five at all these labels
But I'm not five, three, Or four
And they don't love me for real
Act like I don't need to know
Nigga, go kill somebody
Can't afford to have no even score
Long nights, Just me and Olay in that
Kitchen by that stove
I think that's the same reason why
His daughter like my daughter
We in Camp Creek like the Carter
'til I'm rich like Shawn Carter
Caught a body, went on a vacay in Florida
Ayy, 'member they creeped around the block
Had to spray the Impala
Ayy, I was drivin' NayNay car
Glock in my hand, No glove compartment
Finna give so much of this shit back
Just 'cause I love the 'partments
Pray that the Lord forgive my sins
As I load the cartridge
And if he ain't dead
Spin back around again and finish sparkin'
Got my lil' brothers with me
Now I can get these bitches off me
I was made for it
Nigga, this Cuban around my neck like
It was made for it
Feed your shooters or you gon' be
They feast on day four
Lookin' at me crazy like
"What he need his K for?"

I was made for it you ain't earnin' that
Respect, lil' nigga, You paid for it
Nigga, this AP fit my wrist 'cause
It was made for it
I ain't never worked a day shift
I worked the graveyard saw my daddy do it
So it had turned me to a druglord
What you think I'm in Miami
Meetin' with the plug for?
But that wasn't my real daddy
That's my big sister daddy
They know I was still outside all by myself
Turned to a savage
Unless it's Louis Vuitton luggage
Then this bitch got too much baggage