Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made This Way, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Made This Way |
| 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 digits, 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 |