Really Made For This

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Honcho got the sauce) KrispyLife, nigga Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout? It's with a K, bitch [Verse] I'm a lean addict, I could drink a whole nine straight It's free mines, but if they keep 'em, just know mine straight I'll still beat my barber ass if my line ain't My mama want me to quit the drank, she a line late Pop a nigga then fuck up whoever grievin' Only rappin' sealed, get a brick for whoever need it Get my backend then we up and leavin' More than two niggas shootin', we three man weaving Gotta be a boss to run it up, you gotta have patience Never did shit good if you ain't have haters Told my nigga just chill, you want papers I can get a nigga busted and I don't know Dayton If you ain't wanna fuck before, now you get the cold shoulder My opp can get the 'bows in with the 'bow odor We can get whatever in this bitch, I know the owner Can't kick it with these fake niggas, I'm a loner They gave my cousin a hundred years At his court date with my uncle droppin' a hundred tears Got a hundred fours, just hit dog with a hundred beers All rifles through this bitch like we huntin' deers I'm really made for this shit, I'm one of the realest Been in the room millionaires and some killers I did what I had to, you did what you could Huh, it's a big difference Still poppin' out with nothin' less than a hundred niggas I don't own the farm but I got a hundred chickens I ain't been home in three days, my bitches gon' be trippin' This cool I'm comin' back, 2Pac is bigger I'm feelin' like B.I.G reincarnated Hit dog whip with somethin' heavy, leave the car shakin' Fuck around and wet the club up and leave the bar shakin' Had to put my nuts in her cream, we done parfaited it I popped him while he was with his bitch, I left her heart racin' In Miami in a Maybach, yeah, I'm sittin' different You almost really hate the chicken like I'm Peter Griffin Flint to Forbes on my body, you ain't seen the stitching I seen my akhi whip up a— you ain't seen a kitchen