Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made Like This, artist - MbnelDate of issue: 30.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Made Like This |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |
| Oh Oh deli dead and gone and it hurt |
| The only time I see my nigga, on the back |
| Of a shirt |
| We used to get it out of the mud |
| Had to play in the dirt |
| This street shit up and down like |
| A gift in a curse |
| Dead and locked in the fence |
| I can’t tell you what’s worse |
| Cause nel got 14 and Ted took 21 |
| Yo Brodie got knocked down |
| We up, nigga 2−1 |
| We used to strip niggas with that Mac, pussy |
| Just for fun |
| No we all in, in n out the pin |
| Bitch I’m goin in, bitch I’m tryna win |
| So what you tryna spin |
| Cause I don’t do no friends nigga |
| No I’m not no dumb nigga |
| Still pull up on yo block |
| We still lookin for the one niggas |
| Catch the nigga slippin |
| Watch my niggas turn to grave diggers |
| Trap my south city bitch |
| We some made niggas |
| Gotta elevate your hustle just a bubble |
| My nigga had the dog |
| Got hit then he fumble, lost it all |
| I guess it’s safe to say the cookie crumbled |
| So I guess now it’s all on me |
| Gotta work for what you want cause nigga ain’t shit free |
| And if you lookin for that work |
| You know I got that shit chi |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |
| Let em do when you broke and got nothing to eat |
| Real niggas always takin L’s but they get back on they feet |
| My niggas took a couple shells |
| Had to see him in sheets |
| And all my nigga ever wanted was a college degree |
| I’m screaming fuck my enemies till I’m deceased, cause I ain’t breathe in peace |
| I knock a nigga off his feet and leave him on the creed |
| I swear I’m down for my team, I put that shit on me |
| Swear I was crying, tryna sleep cause all the shit I’ve seen |
| I’m from the south, for them niggas who be watching me |
| My nigga los up in the cut, he got the Glock on me |
| My nigga fighting trials, they put that life on him |
| I knew a nigga lost his life, he had that ice on him |
| I’m on that ate sharing cause my niggas tryna eat |
| He beat the case and did the race, my nigga’s left to see |
| I’m on that ate sharing cause my niggas tryna eat |
| He beat the case and did the race, my nigga’s left to see |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |
| I don’t know what else to do, shit |
| I was made like this |
| But Iil niggas at risk |
| They lie to just to ice they wrist |
| My niggas locked on the phone |
| Or they dead in the casket |
| Keep on thinking this shit a game |
| And you ain’t gon last long |