Текст песни Made This Way - Tee Grizzley , Rod Wave

I was made this way, I was made this way
I was made this way, I was made this way

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 never coming down

I wasn't a knock, I was the server
My street was like drive-thru service like In-N-Out Burger
We was havin' our digits, no woof tickets
Me, Caveo, 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 Corpis Cristie
Gotta keep your head above choppy water and quick sand
Give you a thirty second check-up for disrespecting a pillar
For disrespecting a staple you'll get disabled and able
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 chuck '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 gonna say, if you do, you got a pickle?
A pickle, a P, a Pound,
Let me call one of my folks, they still get down
Life is a gamble but this ain't Caesars
This a Hail Mary, a jump ball, 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 porch, landed straight in the streets
I played 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, aye

I might mix Amiri with some Alexander Wang drip
Tryna see how many hoes can the plane fit
How the fuck you driving 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 3 like Jordan in his prime
Ruler on this Glock, nigga measure up your odds
Diamonds in Roley 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, don't make no Christmas decorations
Wake up, pick my clothes, I'll jump in the shower (What else nigga?)
Then go kick it with my uncle who used to sell powder
You joined a gang, but don't know nothing about it
That's how we know you only did it for survival
You better pray that you ain't click up with the rivals
'Cause every night we hunting 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 porch, landed straight in the streets
I played the hand that was given to me
See, I was made this way
I was made this way
And we were made this way
I was made this way, yeah