E-40, Tee Grizzley, Rod Wave - Made This Way lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[E-40, Tee Grizzley, Rod Wave - Made This Way lyrics]
I was made this way, I was made this way
I was made this way, I was made this way
Yeah
When I was younger
OG's used to let me come around
And soak up game like a sponge
Or should I say beach towel
They woke my game up when
I was a little child, when I was broke
But now I’m up and I ain't ever comin' down
I wasn’t a knock, I was the server
My street was like a drive-thru
Service like In-n-Out Burger
We was havin' our digit's, no wolf tickets
Me, Kaveo, D-Shot, B-Legit
My cousins and siblings
In my region, in my district, on my land
They got more K's than the Klan
In my city they got more
Guns than Corpus Christi
Gotta keep your head above
Choppy water and quicksand
Give you the thirty second checkin'
For disrespectin' a pillar
For disrespectin' a staple
You'll get disabled, unable
Let me breathe on you for a minute
Let me game you up when I was growin' up
We went from the shoulders and knuckled up
We had to square up and squabble
Swing ’em and chunk ’em
And even if you got your ass beat
At least you stood for somethin'
I don’t condone sucka shit
That's not how the game was designed
I don't tape conversations
I don't record FaceTime
I’m the last of my make so
Therefore it won't be no more
It's stormin' suckas, it's thunderin'
When it rains, it pours "40 Water
What it do? You still dribble?" Nope
"Oh, I was gon' say, if you do
You got a pickle?" a pickle, a pea, a pound?
Let me call one of my folks
They still get down
Life is a gamble but this ain't Caesar's
This a Hail Mary, a jumpball, a buzzer beater
Ain't been home in a month
Ain't been sleep in a week
I'm in love with the road
I'm addicted to cheese
Jumped off the Porsche
Landed straight in the streets
I play the hand that was given to me
Bitch, I was made this way
I was made this way
And we were made this way
I was made this way, ayy
I might mix Amiri with
Some Alexander Wang drip
Tryna see how many hoes can the plane fit
How the fuck you drivin' that
On Earth? That's a spaceship
Domestic violence on my neck, that's
How the chain hit, bitch under pressure
I'ma shoot the three like Jordan in his prime
(Boom) ruler of this Glock, nigga
Measure up your eyes
Diamonds in the Rollie face like, 'Nigga
Fuck the time' (Fuck it)
Blow your brains out then we gon'
See what's on your mind nigga hatin' on me
Take his bitch on a vacation
When your crib get lit up
Them ain't no Christmas decorations
Wake up, pick my clothes
I'll jump in the shower
Then go kick it with my unc'
Who used to sell powder
You joined a gang but don't nothin' about it
(You don't know shit)
That's how we know you only
Did it for survival (You scary)
You better pray that you ain't
Clique up with the rivals
'Cause every night we huntin' with
Extensions on them rifles
Big Glock on my hip look like a blow dryer
(Big glizzy)
Smoke a Backwood, take my soul higher
These rappers ain't even talented
They got ghostwriters set your head on fire
Turn you to Ghost Rider
Ain't been home in a month
Ain't been sleep in a week
I'm in love with the road
I'm addicted to cheese
Jumped off the Porsche
Landed straight in the streets
I play the hand that was given to me
Bitch, I was made this way
I was made this way
And we were made this way
I was made this way, ayy
I was made this way, I was made this way
Yeah
When I was younger
OG's used to let me come around
And soak up game like a sponge
Or should I say beach towel
They woke my game up when
I was a little child, when I was broke
But now I’m up and I ain't ever comin' down
I wasn’t a knock, I was the server
My street was like a drive-thru
Service like In-n-Out Burger
We was havin' our digit's, no wolf tickets
Me, Kaveo, D-Shot, B-Legit
My cousins and siblings
In my region, in my district, on my land
They got more K's than the Klan
In my city they got more
Guns than Corpus Christi
Gotta keep your head above
Choppy water and quicksand
Give you the thirty second checkin'
For disrespectin' a pillar
For disrespectin' a staple
You'll get disabled, unable
Let me breathe on you for a minute
Let me game you up when I was growin' up
We went from the shoulders and knuckled up
We had to square up and squabble
Swing ’em and chunk ’em
And even if you got your ass beat
At least you stood for somethin'
I don’t condone sucka shit
That's not how the game was designed
I don't tape conversations
I don't record FaceTime
I’m the last of my make so
Therefore it won't be no more
It's stormin' suckas, it's thunderin'
When it rains, it pours "40 Water
What it do? You still dribble?" Nope
"Oh, I was gon' say, if you do
You got a pickle?" a pickle, a pea, a pound?
Let me call one of my folks
They still get down
Life is a gamble but this ain't Caesar's
This a Hail Mary, a jumpball, a buzzer beater
Ain't been home in a month
Ain't been sleep in a week
I'm in love with the road
I'm addicted to cheese
Jumped off the Porsche
Landed straight in the streets
I play the hand that was given to me
Bitch, I was made this way
I was made this way
And we were made this way
I was made this way, ayy
I might mix Amiri with
Some Alexander Wang drip
Tryna see how many hoes can the plane fit
How the fuck you drivin' that
On Earth? That's a spaceship
Domestic violence on my neck, that's
How the chain hit, bitch under pressure
I'ma shoot the three like Jordan in his prime
(Boom) ruler of this Glock, nigga
Measure up your eyes
Diamonds in the Rollie face like, 'Nigga
Fuck the time' (Fuck it)
Blow your brains out then we gon'
See what's on your mind nigga hatin' on me
Take his bitch on a vacation
When your crib get lit up
Them ain't no Christmas decorations
Wake up, pick my clothes
I'll jump in the shower
Then go kick it with my unc'
Who used to sell powder
You joined a gang but don't nothin' about it
(You don't know shit)
That's how we know you only
Did it for survival (You scary)
You better pray that you ain't
Clique up with the rivals
'Cause every night we huntin' with
Extensions on them rifles
Big Glock on my hip look like a blow dryer
(Big glizzy)
Smoke a Backwood, take my soul higher
These rappers ain't even talented
They got ghostwriters set your head on fire
Turn you to Ghost Rider
Ain't been home in a month
Ain't been sleep in a week
I'm in love with the road
I'm addicted to cheese
Jumped off the Porsche
Landed straight in the streets
I play the hand that was given to me
Bitch, I was made this way
I was made this way
And we were made this way
I was made this way, ayy