Текст песни Made (feat. Trent) - Ease Rosetti

Yeah
Elevate
All we tryna do is elevate
What you faking all that love for
We can eyeball the hate
Real ones
Only rocking with some real ones
They lacking on your team though
You should probably go and get some
OT
Always clocking for that OT
I need me that double pay
For every time that they shorted me
Made man
And I did it with my two hands
You claimed you was up next?
Now you need to get some new plans
It's the
Rap's Kobe
Master Roshi
I cracked the code
You should probably get to know me
I's flaming, you's complaining
I'm step-back Steph
From the arc every shot I'm draining
You ain't bout that action, stop it goofy
This that real and raw, like the sushi
Pay homage, I need all my credits
Like we cut to the end of the movie
Got Damn

Made for this
Can't tell me I ain't made for this
Guess God playing favorites
I made the list
Y'all major sick
Aw Yeah
I prayed for this
And I thought about calling quits
But he hit my line
Said one more time
I heard it all
And you got it, shit
Aw Yeah

Made for this
Can't tell me I ain't made for this
Guess God playing favorites
I made the list
Y'all major sick
Aw Yeah
I prayed for this
And I thought about calling quits
But he hit my line
Said one more time
I heard it all
And you got it, shit, aw yeah

Don't you ever get to question my pen
I been a legend of men
You been alleging I'm in second to them
Blasphemy, and you can kiss my ass for me
Since you wanna talk foul like a referee
Flag on the play, brag any day
Stunt when I want
But I got these goals in the way
And I'm down for the cause, to break a nigga jaw
Forgetting who we are
Talking crazy bout the Gods
I don't play well with these rappers
I'm Hell in a cell-ing these rappers
I throw em from rafters
We don't cut cards we just call out a spade
Gatorade bath if I'm calling the plays
This is for life, you can reign for some days
My soul is something you cannot appraise
They gave me a beat, a pen, and a paper
And ever since then the world been set ablaze
So who better you should know better
There's no better
Now and forever
So real, everything I write
So lit, everything I light
You can't reach these heights
You ain't bout that lift
Stop it goofy
This that real and raw like the sushi
Pay homage, I need all my credits
Like we cut to the end of the movie
Got Damn

Made for this
Can't tell me I ain't made for this
Guess God playing favorites
I made the list
Y'all major sick
Aw Yeah
I prayed for this
And I thought about calling quits
But he hit my line
Said one more time
I heard it all
And you got it, shit
Aw Yeah

Made for this
Can't tell me I ain't made for this
Guess God playing favorites
I made the list
Y'all major sick
Aw Yeah
I prayed for this
And I thought about calling quits
But he hit my line
Said one more time
I heard it all
And you got it, shit
Aw Yeah

Awww Yeah
Awww Yeah
Awww Yeah
Awww Yeah