Andrew Kelley - Built For This lyrics

rate me

When you forge your weapon you need three things:

The right metal, temperatures of 1400 degrees, and someone who wants to kill

Here in the jungle village we got all three

Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon

They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar

Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon

They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar

See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing, no R&R

No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars

The game is ours, let’s keep it funky, who said he was

Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce

If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost

Already cross the light, Christ, I'm ready for ‘em

Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers

I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain, take this hunger

Pain, pain, pain

Then you feel the thunder and rain, I don’t talk it like the rainbow

I get it done and the game y’all

Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball

Never been a player-hater, I just ain't playing with y'all

You watching lame but look, I’m taking the charge

Going hard will get you two shots, now I’m facing the charge

Fire up the la, let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let ‘em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side

Fire up the la, let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let ‘em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side

Sort of like Mike at the United Center

Madison Square, Boston Garden, I straight ignite on niggas

Lil' nigga, your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try

I scribble and scratch down in my pad, that no lie

That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck

I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts

For ‘em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust

Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough

Twist it up

Life is a blunt and the world is my ashtray

I got them quarters and them halves, just meet me like halfway

And I need a hundred percent of my profit, ain't fucking with half pay

Ain't taking no shorts or losses, bitch, we ain't fronting no tag day

As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch

Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X

Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet

I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that