Made for This (feat. Yrh Yung Trill & Young Dolph) - Mr Foster & Yo Gotti

You were made for this! I live in a blacktop jungle Runnin' with a wild-like hunger Everybody try to test ya No shelter from the rain and the thunder Fighting in the concrete wasteland Watching while they sink like quicksand And everybody try to shake ya And they could come and try, you don't give a damn You're stronger now Can't hold you down You're breaking out You were never born to quit You gotta stand up You were made for this Keep on throwing rocks and fists You gotta stand up You were made for this Woah Stand up You were made for this Woah Stand up You were made for this Standing on the edge of nowhere You could make 'em freeze with a cold stare Everybody tried to change ya I stand tall, head first in the danger Swing until you're sun up crouching I'll make 'em out six feet underground, yeah Everybody try to hold ya Ready to roll file my blood for caution But you're stronger now Can't hold you down You're breaking out Because you were never born to quit You gotta stand up You were made for this So keep on throwing rocks and fists You gotta stand up You were made for this Woah Stand up You were made for this Woah Stand up You were made for this A heart attacker A lip smaker I run them down like an off road tracker A fire cracker A chip stacker A sucker punch with a real heat packer A heart attacker A lip smaker I run them down like an off road tracker A fire cracker A chip stacker A sucker punch with a real heat packer But you're stronger now Can't hold you down You're breaking out Because you were never born to quit You gotta stand up You were made for this So keep on throwing rocks and fists You gotta stand up You were made for this Because you were never born to quit You gotta stand up You were made for this So, keep on throwing rocks and fists You gotta stand up You were made for this Yeah Stand up You were made for this Woah Don't have to wait for it 'Cause you were made for it Yeah You were made for this Woah, woah You were made for this, yeah

I'm drankin' lean and she drinkin' Hennessey Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies I put her on a plane to come and visit me Got time for her to go back, she don't wanna leave Already know my haters sick of me Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Trap nigga I came up 'bout sellin' P's Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, kill em I just left the trap, pulled up at her house Now she in my lap, no panties under blouse She say 'hol' up', she want me watch her make it clap She used to have a nigga she met me and put him out You see a real trap nigga, bitch point him out I saw my first 100 pounds of weed and said 'wow' A 100 mill in ten years, now I'm thinkin' right now The last three years my main dawg been on the run My lil' nigga right here with me, he just made bond She used to hold my palm, yes she my day one And she fuck me good ever since day one I'm drankin' lean and she drinkin' Hennessey Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies I put her on a plane to come and visit me Got time for her to go back, she don't want to leave Already know my haters sick of me Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Trap nigga I came up 'bout sellin' P's I pray for my opps, my diamonds hopscotch I feel like I'm in the movie Belly and I'm Ox Just pulled up at the spot, now look what I just got I wake up in the morning and go buy my young nigga a drop R.I.P. J Money, free all my niggas on lock They tried to do me like they did Kennedy I ain't mad at cha, I pray for my enemies I learned how to weigh up dope, takin' chemistry 2017 Dolph made history All this fucking swag on me came from Italy I been doin' this shit y'all niggas remember me I'm drankin' lean and she drinkin' Hennessey Boujee bitch with pornstar tendencies I put her on a plane to come and visit me Got time for her to go back, she don't wanna leave Already know my haters sick of me Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Real nigga, I pray for my enemies Trap nigga I came up 'bout sellin' P's

I take one step and I take two more Don't like leaving home and It hurts when I close the door Well I begin to lose touch with Everything, four wheels and six strings Hope they can relate to the message I hope to bring This is my Dominion to knock down Division Hope to wipe eyes with a sombering vision Negatives and Positives, They all add up, I feel like I'm always downing up But every scar and every situation, Help to put me here and I arrived at my station Blessed to feel the stress and be certain I'll survive, Blessed to take each breath, Blessed to be Alive From the lowest of the low to the ecstatic bliss I know one thing and this is it that I was Made for This I was Made for This I tried to get the message right, Every night I recite Pick up all the messes that I took the time to Right Some don't pay attention and I start to overthink all my words And then I struggle and then I start to sink Sink into the song, close my eyes and I'm floating, Listen to the music yeah it's poetry in motion Back to Reality and Yes I'm really here, But do they really listen and do they really hear? One can only hope that this is not all In vain, and when I start to slip refrain But every scar and every situation, Help to put me here and I arrived at my station Blessed to feel the stress and be certain I'll survive, Blessed to take each breath, Blessed to be Alive From the lowest of the low to the ecstatic bliss I know one thing and this is it that I was Made for This I was Made for This Well all were called to learn, few were chose to lead Spend my days in purgatory somewhere in between Keep my Heart Open to Accept and Receive Everything that Spirit has to teach that I need, From how to speak, and how to sing, how to rally family And make this collective voice ring Well I give up then give in, stay and surrender I am only man, I am only sender, I am only You, You are only Me We are only ONE We are only WE And If I got the message wrong I send apologies But when I close my eyes I see... Every scar and every situation, Help to put me here and I arrived at my station Blessed to feel the stress and be certain I'll survive, Blessed to take each breath, Blessed to be Alive From the lowest of the low to the ecstatic bliss I know one thing and this is it that I was Made for This I was Made for This

Ayy Sizzle I still don't know what to call it, haha I been fuckin' with this real little trill little ho We been like this for a minute 'cause she concealed with it though Told my bitch I cut her off but we still creepin' on the low She got an nigga, I got a bitch, but this y'all already know She be askin' what to call it, I'm like I still don't know He might question her 'bout niggas but he still won't know She gon' play him to the left (how?), like she coolin' with her friend Then I pull up like get in, in my baby mama's Benz Ooh, I'm foul foul (ooh ooh), I ain't shit (I ain't nothin') Hope she don't find out (out), she gon' clip (she gon' spazz, ooh) This shit getting serious (how?), her nigga gettin' on to us (damn) Message come through like she text, Don't know if it's him or her (what you do?) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know It's confidential how we link, gotta keep it on the low Told my dog to get the room, he hit me back like it's a go This time just use a rubber bro, seven kids you don't need no more She pulled up naked, Looked so sexy when she took off the trenchcoat, ooh My bitch happened to drive by and just spot my car outside I can't put this on my nigga, she know every car I drive Now she callin', hittin' the line, let it ring, don't hit decline So I can play like I was sleep, that's a nigga's favorite line No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know I don't know No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know They say you caught (I'm like with who?), because I still don't know I'm in Dubai with my guys and some other nigga's ho And the blogs want to report me but they still don't know And my plug still support me so I still got coke I keep swappin' out these hoes, I can't make up my lil mind I don't know which one I like so I'm dividing up my time (What happened in Paris? I don't know) Man I still don't know You can fall in love and marry her but she still gon' go (damn) Had a crush on Mira (Mira), had a crush on Lira (Lira) Had a crush on that seven figures 'til I Touched that million (touched it, skrrt skrrt) Louis V, Supreme, Rari in Dubai (what the shit) What you tell your bitch when she ask who you with? No reply, so she still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know) No reply, so he still don't know She like what is we doin', I'm like I still don't know Neither one of us slip up so our spouses can't trip up Hit me like when we gon' get up, I'm like I still don't know (I don't know)

Cannon, cannon They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) Damn, bald head, Pac shit Plus my main thing like to eat with chopsticks (damn) I can whip a dream with a fork, nigga (fork, nigga) Yeah, play that pyrex like a sport, nigga The highway hot, nigga no shade (shade) Picked up a hunnid packs, split it two ways (ayy) Damn, that's 50 here, and 50 there Get it in the air, like money in the air That soda in that yola caught a fade, bitch Clean it up with the same card we play spades with The streets ain't a game, you can't renege (nah) Grown man shit, you can't play, kids You ever been to Hell? Been off in a cell? (Damn) Two co-defendants, you better not tell (nah) Water in the vision bowl, yeah, you know the smell Breakin' out the weight set, yeah, you know the scale Even got our stamps on it, yeah, you know the braille (ayy) Feds put the dogs on it, they smell it like it's quail (ooh) Blowin' money fast, yeah I lived to tell the tale (tale) They say that I'm irrelevant, it ain't no way in Hell They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (let's go) This money standin' tall, nigga, Yao Ming Five tickets of a whole lot of greens Yeah, and I ain't talkin' soul food I just put a quarter mil' in an old school Niggas talkin' brick talk, to me that's old news (old news) Niggas braggin' on they plug, when they old dude I don't gotta tell (tell) Nigga I'm in the lab (kitchen) I want 20 for a half, 40 for a slab (bricks) And a ten for a quarter if you can do the math Your bitch deepthroat, I call her lil' giraffe (ugh) And I'm a plug's first pick if they had a draft I put bricks in the Uber, used to be a cab (yeah) Long story short, and the short story long (story long) I'ma get money, try to free 'em 'til they home ('til they home) Eight figure nigga, boy I came up sellin' zones 2020 Rolls truck, I set it on chrome (on chrome) Bitch want a Chanel, she gon' hold the sack He think I'm a pussy, he must be on crack Shawty like that Rolls truck, I got 'em back to back They tried to say I left the hood, when I got it on my back (got it on my back) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask your hoe, nigga, I got it on my back (ask your hoe) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) We sell 'em whole, and you can't return 'em back (yeah) They say I left the hood, but I got it on my back (on my back) Ask Gotti, yeah I got it on my back (on my back) Took a trip outta town went and got 'em, brought 'em back Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back (yeah) Ask Sno, nigga, I got it on my back (ask Sno) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (on my back) Who want a load? Nigga, I got 'em in the back (in the back) Ask Gotti, yeah, I got it on my back (yeah) They say I left the hood but I got it on my back (on my back) Mister El Chapo, underground, now I'm back