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ceo trayle - made 4 it lyrics

[intro]
(hold up, spiffy on this motherf+cker)
ayy
(d+mn, highxlass, i need this one)
yeah

[chorus]
i was made for it
you ain’t earnin’ that respect, lil’ n+gga, you paid for it
n+gga, this ap fit my wrist ’cause it was made for it
i ain’t never worked a day shift, i worked the graveyard
saw my daddy do it, so it had turned me to a druglord
what you think i’m in miami meetin’ with the plug for?
but that wasn’t my real daddy, that’s my big sister daddy
they know i was still outside all by myself, turned to a savage
unless it’s louis vuitton luggage, then this b+tch got too much baggage
[verse]
my b+tch ass so fat, but i’m the only n+gga who gon’ grab it, ayy
when they had spinned that block, we was the only ones knew what happened
police asked us ’bout it, swear to god i don’t know what happened
lyin’ for my n+ggas, dyin’ for ’em, uh
we was all broke, laced up my boots, do crime for ’em
my brother gone, and to this day, i still be slidin’ for him
r.i.p. reckless, keep that name alive
this sh+t been dangerous, they swear this sh+t so dangerous now
you know i’m a perky poppin’ lean pourer
i was sayin’ free yak for four, five years until they let him go
talkin’ bad, headshot through his dome, now he a vegetable
never leave my brothers, especially ’cause i’m next to blow
top five at all these labels, but i’m not five, three, or four
and they don’t love me for real, act like i don’t need to know
n+gga, go k!ll somebody, can’t afford to have no even score
long nights, just me and olay in that kitchen by that stove
i think that’s the same reason why his daughter like my daughter
we in camp creek like the carter ’til i’m rich like shawn carter
caught a body, went on a vacay in florida
ayy, ‘member they creeped around the block, had to spray the impala
ayy, i was drivin’ naynay car, glock in my hand, no glove compartment
finna give so much of this sh+t back just ’cause i love the ‘partments
pray that the lord forgive my sins as i load the cartridge
and if he ain’t dead, spin back around again and finish sparkin’
got my lil’ brothers with me, now i can get these b+tches off me
i was made for it
n+gga, this cuban around my neck like it was made for it
feed your shooters or you gon’ be they feast on day four
lookin’ at me crazy like, “what he need his k for?”
[chorus]
i was made for it
you ain’t earnin’ that respect, lil’ n+gga, you paid for it
n+gga, this ap fit my wrist ’cause it was made for it
i ain’t never worked a day shift, i worked the graveyard
saw my daddy do it, so it had turned me to a druglord
what you think i’m in miami meetin’ with the plug for?
but that wasn’t my real daddy, that’s my big sister daddy
they know i was still outside all by myself, turned to a savage
unless it’s louis vuitton luggage, then this b+tch got too much baggage

- ceo trayle lyrics

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