[Intro: Rod Wave]
I was made this way, I was made this way
I was made this way, I was made this way, yeah
[Verse 1: E-40]
When I was younger, OG's used to let me come around
And soak up game like a sponge, or should I say beach towel
They woke my game up when I was a little child, when I was broke
But now I’m up and I ain't ever comin' down
I wasn’t a knock, I was the server
My street was like a drive-thru service like In-n-Out Burger
We was havin' our digits, no wolf tickets
Me, Kaveo, D-Shot, B-Legit, my cousins and siblings
In my region, in my district, on my land
They got more K's than the Klan
In my city they got more guns than Corpus Christi
Gotta keep your head above choppy water and quicksand
Give you the thirty second checkin' for disrespectin' a pillar
For disrespectin' a staple, you'll get disabled, unable
Let me breathe on you for a minute, let me game you up
When I was growin' up, we went from the shoulders and knuckled up
We had to square up and squabble, swing ’em and chunk ’em
And even if you got your ass beat, at least you stood for somethin'
I don’t condone sucka shit, that's not how the game was designed
I don't tape conversations, I don't record FaceTime
I’m the last of my make so therefore it won't be no more
It's stormin' suckas, it's thunderin', when it rains, it pours
"40 Water, what it do? You still dribble?" Nope
"Oh, I was gon' say, if you do, you got a pickle?"
A pickle, a pea, a pound?
Let me call one of my folks, they still get down
Life is a gamble but this ain't Caesar's
This a Hail Mary, a jumpball, a buzzer beater
I was made this way, I was made this way
I was made this way, I was made this way, yeah
[Verse 1: E-40]
When I was younger, OG's used to let me come around
And soak up game like a sponge, or should I say beach towel
They woke my game up when I was a little child, when I was broke
But now I’m up and I ain't ever comin' down
I wasn’t a knock, I was the server
My street was like a drive-thru service like In-n-Out Burger
We was havin' our digits, no wolf tickets
Me, Kaveo, D-Shot, B-Legit, my cousins and siblings
In my region, in my district, on my land
They got more K's than the Klan
In my city they got more guns than Corpus Christi
Gotta keep your head above choppy water and quicksand
Give you the thirty second checkin' for disrespectin' a pillar
For disrespectin' a staple, you'll get disabled, unable
Let me breathe on you for a minute, let me game you up
When I was growin' up, we went from the shoulders and knuckled up
We had to square up and squabble, swing ’em and chunk ’em
And even if you got your ass beat, at least you stood for somethin'
I don’t condone sucka shit, that's not how the game was designed
I don't tape conversations, I don't record FaceTime
I’m the last of my make so therefore it won't be no more
It's stormin' suckas, it's thunderin', when it rains, it pours
"40 Water, what it do? You still dribble?" Nope
"Oh, I was gon' say, if you do, you got a pickle?"
A pickle, a pea, a pound?
Let me call one of my folks, they still get down
Life is a gamble but this ain't Caesar's
This a Hail Mary, a jumpball, a buzzer beater
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