Built For This

Lyrics

[Produced by Jay Garfield] [Verse] It's time to separate the rookies from vets Pussies from threats, truth from lies Supplies from dealers and death I'm feeling this, I'm young and ruthless Status unmatched, undisputed, some assuming My destiny to rep these streets I'm built for this The will is too strong Feelings numb from dealing too long It's real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing You hold a grudge, I'm 45 with infra holding, no love Hungry like my ribs are showing, as if you didn't notice I spit the potent, uncut raw my mind is pure ferocious Like a shark I tear you open cuz you blood in my ocean My pen it ghost people, like dope needles When I rhyme there's no equal The flow will freeze you, like Medusa stare I'm so lethal Obviously, I'm a vill, with odds against me Like Rasheed Wallace, its hard to stick me I'm built for this In the streets, I'm powerful if shit gets dirty 30-30 clips will shower, you exist cause I allow you to live I conquered you, I kinda knew you was weak I can see how cowards do I write epic facing a scholar, question my life expectancy My essence is getting money, my aura like Lexus On the mic I'm relentless, pursuit of perfection Ya new connects for pure, uncut raw - what I caught a rush whenever my palms clutch a gun, pen or a ki Or a dime satisfy my every need I write rhymes with killer instinct, yet to find a nigga iller then me Some smile in my face, yet they still against me I detect the fake, never sleep or deny death for waste Or conversate in the presence of snakes Whether where in time I'm measuring weight We destined to think of ways to get this paper son, we nearly extinct I realized that when burying spank, the real will perish ya life Conceal evidence my rhyme skill is excellent M - for the man E - executioner G - get money A - all my niggas movin' up I'm BUILT FOR THIS For real its in me, like R. K I'll make you feel the big heat The illest is me, the drug dealer MC, semi-auto I conceal on these streets To uphold the kiss of death and try to deal ki's and snort blow You can't replace me I live the rhyme I visualize, you ain't real I see it in ya eyes I spit nines, weighed coke on scales that's digitized The realness I live and die, the streets I epitomize the trife life I rock jewels with ice, verbally I bruise mics Mega live it I'm ghetto, my shit is chromed out Give me a pen and watch a nigga zone out I can't believe the shit I spit is from my own mouth