Made This Way - E-40, 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