Made for This

Sitting in the Traphouse kitchen with my bros
I was only eight years old
There was never any food up on that stove
My madre in the front room smoking stones
No money had to wear the same clothes
But they smell cause the washer still broke

I knew I had to get it on my own
Life dealt these cards that make me cold
I close my eyes, I cannot cry
Cah I know what comes with this life
Still gripping on my nine

If I should die, before I wake
These streets gon' tell you that I weren't no fake
Raise innah di trenches where the real ones are made
Life dealt these cards and these da cards mi ah guh play
Nigga I'm out here, I'm out here, I'm out here
Oh-h-h-h-h, I'm not sitting on a fence
No! I'm out here, I'm out here, I'm out here
Oh-h-h-h-h, I was made for this

Sitting in a Traphouse kitchen with my bros
Just re'd up bout to breakdown this O
My madre taught me how to whip it on the stove
Cause the clientele ring me for stones
Spent my money on big piece ah chrome
In case da pussyhole try run up in my home

I knew I had to get it on my own
Life dealt these cards that make me cold
I close my eyes, I cannot cry
Cah I know what comes with this life
Still gripping on my nine

If I should die, before I wake
These streets gon' tell you that I weren't no fake
Raise innah di trenches where the real ones are made
Life dealt these cards and these da cards mi ah guh play
Nigga I'm out here, I'm out here, I'm out here
Oh-h-h-h-h, I'm not sitting on a fence
No I'm out here, I'm out here, I'm out here
Oh-h-h-h-h, I was made for this