"Made For The Game" lyrics
Said I'm made for the game
Said I'm made for the game
DJ rock, uh, uh
This the shit the people gotta feel though
Got a couple homies I would kill for
Money on my mind, but, yet I still poor
Really think it's time I take the wheel, hoe
Hartman, homie got me drinking yak
This liquor only make me tell the facts
Tido on the beat, he got the crack
And I ain't never cut nobody slack
Fucking done with that
Made for, made for, we gon' make money
Yo I'm made for the game, made for the game
This ain't for fame or the chain
Seen this shit too many damn times
Watch people get chained to the fame
These scenes are painted black
From the pictures that I paint
These letters I treasure
I'm better and better
I'm putting together the shit that I made
If I ever change, then would they judge me?
Once I get it popping, then they love me (they love me now)
Like wassup with you, wassup with you, huh, B? (hey, fuck you, too)
Sick of everybody saying "trust me"
'Cause every single rapper claim they grind
And every other rapper claim they signed (no, no, no, no, no, no)
But all the real rappers mind they own
And don't say a fucking word until they on
Let the music talk
Let, let the music speak. Man, we let the music speak. Fuck the image. Fuck the gimmicks
I ain't stopping at all
Ain't dropping the ball
Walk and I crawl, 'til I drop and I fall
For a shot at the top, 'til these motherfuckers answer
The knock at the door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Shit's locked, but I keep on kicking
Life hurt, but I keep on living
Keyboard Kennys keep on clicking
Looking for the dirt, 'til I keep on digging
Uh, this the kind of shit that make you feel free
Whipping 'round the city in November
If I got you nodding, then you feel me
I know I ain't even gotta tell you
Lately I've been thinking, thinking it's a curse
Overthinking everything, and thinking 'til it hurts
Need to try some other shit, and think about the verse
'Fore I ramble off my thoughts, let me think about it first, uh
Said I'm made for the game
Said I'm made for the game
DJ rock, uh, uh
This the shit the people gotta feel though
Got a couple homies I would kill for
Money on my mind, but, yet I still poor
Really think it's time I take the wheel, hoe
Hartman, homie got me drinking yak
This liquor only make me tell the facts
Tido on the beat, he got the crack
And I ain't never cut nobody slack
Fucking done with that
Made for, made for, we gon' make money
Yo I'm made for the game, made for the game
This ain't for fame or the chain
Seen this shit too many damn times
Watch people get chained to the fame
These scenes are painted black
From the pictures that I paint
These letters I treasure
I'm better and better
I'm putting together the shit that I made
If I ever change, then would they judge me?
Once I get it popping, then they love me (they love me now)
Like wassup with you, wassup with you, huh, B? (hey, fuck you, too)
Sick of everybody saying "trust me"
'Cause every single rapper claim they grind
And every other rapper claim they signed (no, no, no, no, no, no)
But all the real rappers mind they own
And don't say a fucking word until they on
Let the music talk
Let, let the music speak. Man, we let the music speak. Fuck the image. Fuck the gimmicks
I ain't stopping at all
Ain't dropping the ball
Walk and I crawl, 'til I drop and I fall
For a shot at the top, 'til these motherfuckers answer
The knock at the door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock
Shit's locked, but I keep on kicking
Life hurt, but I keep on living
Keyboard Kennys keep on clicking
Looking for the dirt, 'til I keep on digging
Uh, this the kind of shit that make you feel free
Whipping 'round the city in November
If I got you nodding, then you feel me
I know I ain't even gotta tell you
Lately I've been thinking, thinking it's a curse
Overthinking everything, and thinking 'til it hurts
Need to try some other shit, and think about the verse
'Fore I ramble off my thoughts, let me think about it first, uh
Said I'm made for the game
