Made 4 This Game by Rob-E Lyrics
[Verse1] Rob E
Yeah it's that kid from the block, where the music is hot
Satisfaction guaranteed, 24/7 we rock
All these beats and rhymes, as you can see I'm on my grind
And I will keep pushing harder, till I got that dope sound
Just like my boy Will told me, everybody's got a reason
Now I know, I opened up my eyes, it felt like I was cheating
On music, never again, that's a fact, that's a fact
I'm lovin' this too much bro, still you know I got your back
Ain't got the time for these other cats, so called slackers (slackers)
Been tellin' me what to do, shit I'm just laughing
Been askin' me for beats and help, damn
Wherе were you when I needеd you the most, fake friends adios
See, I don't care anymore, I made it all by myself
And if I made it this far, you know I make it anywhere (real talk)
I'm telling you the truth, even though you have no clue
I won't be wasting all my energy on you, you're like a flu
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Verse2] Ill Will
Spit it to my last breath, gotta get the cash quick
You already know, I'ma stay with a bad chick
Lookin' for my next hit, I just wanna get rich
People say a lot, but they never gonna match this
Lyrically I'm talented, I'm made for this rap shi* (you know)
Put it down right, they just hatin' cause they can't spit
I give 'em my all, and I'ma do it to my last breath (last breath)
You can say what you want, you never gonna clap this
Just a bunch of actors, try'na act tough (yeah)
I spit it real talk, like them dudes on the block (on the block)
And never let nobody ever tell me that I'm soft (never)
I know what I'm about, go ahead and pop off (pop off)
I'll leave your top off, fell in love with these beats
And that's the reason I don't stop, gotta keep spittin' heat
Till they tell me that I'm hot (hot), and even if they don't
I'ma still live it large, I was born to be a star
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Verse 3] Cas Cas
Never never never never judge me now
Never never never never judge me no
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar
Already come so far, getting paid like a superstar
Don't tell me why why why, you say ha ha ha
Never never never never judge me now
No I don't need 'em in my life, I'm movin up
Switching lanes, stayin' ahead of the game
Saga [?]
We are conquerors, we conquer dem
Monday to Sunday, we entertain
So push up all your hands, yes I'm telling you
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Outro] Ill Will, Rob E
Made for this game
I'm, i'm, I'm back on my grind
Made, Made for this game
Back on my grind, back back on my grind
Yeah it's that kid from the block, where the music is hot
Satisfaction guaranteed, 24/7 we rock
All these beats and rhymes, as you can see I'm on my grind
And I will keep pushing harder, till I got that dope sound
Just like my boy Will told me, everybody's got a reason
Now I know, I opened up my eyes, it felt like I was cheating
On music, never again, that's a fact, that's a fact
I'm lovin' this too much bro, still you know I got your back
Ain't got the time for these other cats, so called slackers (slackers)
Been tellin' me what to do, shit I'm just laughing
Been askin' me for beats and help, damn
Wherе were you when I needеd you the most, fake friends adios
See, I don't care anymore, I made it all by myself
And if I made it this far, you know I make it anywhere (real talk)
I'm telling you the truth, even though you have no clue
I won't be wasting all my energy on you, you're like a flu
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Verse2] Ill Will
Spit it to my last breath, gotta get the cash quick
You already know, I'ma stay with a bad chick
Lookin' for my next hit, I just wanna get rich
People say a lot, but they never gonna match this
Lyrically I'm talented, I'm made for this rap shi* (you know)
Put it down right, they just hatin' cause they can't spit
I give 'em my all, and I'ma do it to my last breath (last breath)
You can say what you want, you never gonna clap this
Just a bunch of actors, try'na act tough (yeah)
I spit it real talk, like them dudes on the block (on the block)
And never let nobody ever tell me that I'm soft (never)
I know what I'm about, go ahead and pop off (pop off)
I'll leave your top off, fell in love with these beats
And that's the reason I don't stop, gotta keep spittin' heat
Till they tell me that I'm hot (hot), and even if they don't
I'ma still live it large, I was born to be a star
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Verse 3] Cas Cas
Never never never never judge me now
Never never never never judge me no
I'm a superstar, I'm a superstar
Already come so far, getting paid like a superstar
Don't tell me why why why, you say ha ha ha
Never never never never judge me now
No I don't need 'em in my life, I'm movin up
Switching lanes, stayin' ahead of the game
Saga [?]
We are conquerors, we conquer dem
Monday to Sunday, we entertain
So push up all your hands, yes I'm telling you
[Chorus] X2 Ill Will, Rob E
I was made for this game, I just gotta get the fame
I'm back on my grind, gotta get the paper mayne
I spit it how I live it, that's the way that I was raised
The only thing I know is writing rhymes and gettin' paid
[Outro] Ill Will, Rob E
Made for this game
I'm, i'm, I'm back on my grind
Made, Made for this game
Back on my grind, back back on my grind