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 See, I was made this way, I was made this way And we were made this way, I was made this way, yeah 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, show my niggas 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 See, I was made this way, I was made this way And we were made this way, I was made this way, yeah