"made for this shit." - Gunna
[Intro]
(That's a good one, P)
[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie hand made, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it’s the same color Cris’
Don't play with my name
[Verse 1]
Twenty-five, twenty-six Range Rover up at the back, I'm out of your range (Out of your range)
Workin' hard just tryin' to get back plus more, these niggas can't feel my pain (Can't feel my pain)
Hot in this shit, ain't no stoppin' it, I can't even tell you what's in my brain (Nah)
Got my own style, no copyin' and you can tell it just ain't a phase
I grew up with niggas that hustle, they came up from nothin' that were my age
Southsidе I came from the dirty, this shit'll get ugly in many ways, yеah
Yeah, rockstar cut up by hoodie, these niggas'll put on anythin' (Anythin')
And it ain't nothin' left to it, I know how to do it 'cause I was
[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie hand made, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it’s the same color Cris’
Don't play with my name
[Verse 2]
Young Gunna wanna buy back 'least nine hundred racks to build my stage (Build my stage)
Black bullet proof Cadillac with the bed in that back, I been rollin' for days (Rollin')
Ain't really cool with you cats, I call a switch back, that's way 'fore fame
Niggas better act they wage, burn a fuck nigga like sage
Baby girl doing everythin' I want, you would've thought I had her trained
The way I'm stretchin' her out, it ain't no way I ain't a trainer (No way)
Hoppin' out the reverto, love the wave and see my gang
Stackin' this shit up plural, you gonna know that I was
[Chorus]
I was made for this shit, nigga I prayed for this shit
Rollie hand made, it's from Swiss, what's on my plate, steak or fish
At the round table, it's a big dish, niggas ain't able, ain't on the list
Hermès gator, my name on the list
Gold AP, it’s the same color Cris’
Don't play with my name
Writer(s): Gunna.
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made for this shit