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, 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

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

And we were made this way, I was made this way, ayy

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 on my neck, that’s 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

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

And we were made this way, I was made this way, ayy