Lyrical Breakdown of made for this shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(That's a good one, P)
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie handmade, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it's the same color Cris', don't play with my name
'25 '26 Range Rover back to back, I'm outta your range (outta your range)
Workin' out just tryna get back plus more, these niggas can't feel my pain (can't feel my pain)
Caught in this shit, ain't no stoppin' it, I can't e'en tell you what's in my brain (nah)
Got my own style, no copyin', and you can tell it just ain't a phase
I grew up with niggas that hustle that came up from nothin' that were my age (were my age)
Southside I came from the dirty, this shit'll get ugly in many ways (yeah)
Rockstar cut up by hoodie, these niggas'll put on anythin' (anythin')
And it ain't nothin' left to it, I know how to do it 'cause
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie handmade, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it's the same color Cris', don't play with my name (don't play with my name)
Young Gunna wanna buy back 'least 900 racks to build my stage (build my stage)
Black bulletproof Cadillac with the bed in that back, I been rollin' for days (rollin')
Ain't really cool with you cats, I call a switch back, that's way 'fore fame
Niggas better act they wage (wage), burn a fuck nigga like sage
Baby girl doin' everythin' I want, you woulda thought I had her trained
The way I'm stretchin' her out, it ain't no way I ain't her trainer (no way)
Hoppin' out the reverto, love the wave and see my gang
Stackin' this shit up plural, you gon' know that
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie handmade, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it's the same color Cris', don't play with my name