Made for This
It's a new day I woke up feeling blessed
Finally eatin no need to be stressed
Chasin my dream I ain't livin it yet
But until I get there imma get to a check
Police is killin us who gon be next
Turn on the news and the streets is a mess
Shit gon get better tho don't be depressed
As long as that heart keep a beat in your chest
I hit the kitchen and whip like a chef
Count up the extras I'm makin it stretch
Trap with respect I got bread to invest
You gettin crumbs cuz you eat off finesse
They see me winning they gettin upset
I heard the opps out here payin the refs
I want it all I can't settle for less
Set up the dots and I pray they connect
Never let up I be feeding the streets
Money be comin I keep it discrete
I can't be sayin too much bout this trapping shit me and my niggas is really in deep
Keep it 100 or keep the shit brief
I just get to it ain't gettin no sleep
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
Every time I got knocked I was still on my feet
I load it up when it's war time
Trapping from south to the north side
Been thru the storm and I'm gon shine
I need that work to be on time
36 ounces or 4 nines
Soon imma be sittin at court side
When I see a milly I'm gon cry
Cuz I had it harder than most guys
I do not speak to these niggas I see thru these niggas my haters is broke and they frail
How can you say you the realist a gangsta a Killa if you really scared of that cell
I don't need friends I need money and bales
How do you trap with no money for bail
When I get a deal put my folks in the hills is the day that I'll prolly get rid of my scale
I'm painting pictures I been thru the wire
Quiet Lil nigga with heart of a lion
I keep the peace cuz my mind is a riot
I know you feel me don't preach to the choir
Im from a place where nobody gets hired
Whole lotta money whole lotta sirens
I'm in the trenches with sellers and buyers
Still find the time to keep niggas inspired
DamnRight
Imma just yea imma just hit em with that
I had to pray for this
I had to pray for this
Shit I had to pray for this
Nothin came easy man I had to slave for this
Niggas was doubting like I wasn't made for this
Yea... Shit I had to take the risk
This is my greatest gift
Shit I had to pray for this
Shit nothin came easy I had to slave for this
Them niggas was doubting like I wasn't made for this
Shit... but I went and take the risk
Cuz this is my greatest gift
Man I had to pray for this
Finally eatin no need to be stressed
Chasin my dream I ain't livin it yet
But until I get there imma get to a check
Police is killin us who gon be next
Turn on the news and the streets is a mess
Shit gon get better tho don't be depressed
As long as that heart keep a beat in your chest
I hit the kitchen and whip like a chef
Count up the extras I'm makin it stretch
Trap with respect I got bread to invest
You gettin crumbs cuz you eat off finesse
They see me winning they gettin upset
I heard the opps out here payin the refs
I want it all I can't settle for less
Set up the dots and I pray they connect
Never let up I be feeding the streets
Money be comin I keep it discrete
I can't be sayin too much bout this trapping shit me and my niggas is really in deep
Keep it 100 or keep the shit brief
I just get to it ain't gettin no sleep
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
Every time I got knocked I was still on my feet
I load it up when it's war time
Trapping from south to the north side
Been thru the storm and I'm gon shine
I need that work to be on time
36 ounces or 4 nines
Soon imma be sittin at court side
When I see a milly I'm gon cry
Cuz I had it harder than most guys
I do not speak to these niggas I see thru these niggas my haters is broke and they frail
How can you say you the realist a gangsta a Killa if you really scared of that cell
I don't need friends I need money and bales
How do you trap with no money for bail
When I get a deal put my folks in the hills is the day that I'll prolly get rid of my scale
I'm painting pictures I been thru the wire
Quiet Lil nigga with heart of a lion
I keep the peace cuz my mind is a riot
I know you feel me don't preach to the choir
Im from a place where nobody gets hired
Whole lotta money whole lotta sirens
I'm in the trenches with sellers and buyers
Still find the time to keep niggas inspired
DamnRight
Imma just yea imma just hit em with that
I had to pray for this
I had to pray for this
Shit I had to pray for this
Nothin came easy man I had to slave for this
Niggas was doubting like I wasn't made for this
Yea... Shit I had to take the risk
This is my greatest gift
Shit I had to pray for this
Shit nothin came easy I had to slave for this
Them niggas was doubting like I wasn't made for this
Shit... but I went and take the risk
Cuz this is my greatest gift
Man I had to pray for this
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Writer(s): Boubacar Barry
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