Made ft. Trent Lyrics

Yeah

Elevate

All we tryna do is elevate

What you faking all that love for

We can eyeball the hate

Yeah

Real ones

Only rocking with some real ones

They lacking on your team though

You should probably go and get some

Yeah

OT

Always clocking for that OT

I need me that double pay

For every time that they shorted me

Yeah

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 life

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

Awww Yeah