El Charrou, Heem, Alonda Rich - Made for This Lyrics

Big Warpath
Big BSF
You know
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
The pressure will test you for diamonds rhyming but it don't always go like that
What you into, switching up like Nintendo and bring that '90s flow right back
Was made for this, paper sick need a major fix of some paper, shit
On a stretcher moving through the pressure, so in diamonds I can drape your bitch
No permits shooting from close range, get murdered at yr own place
Long as they got my back like Verizon I'm just sprinting at my own pace
Few specifics, eating beats then I make your girl do the dishes
Throwing salt in their wounds, not over my shoulder but im still superstitious
Riding dirty but the package clean, with a bad but I'm good if you asking me
Deeply stressed, now I'm Weezy F still in love with Nivea, never lacking cream
Ay yo, I'm the one rapper y'all ain't safe from
Rocking the same cloth and fabrics but we ain't from the same cut
'Cause I take those type of risks, used to dodging indictment threats
New environment, but I'm so deep with my shit I'm scuba diving in
But me and Boat just be Smooth Sailing through the fucking city yo
Bad boy with that Diddy glow and its TMC like we Rolling 60s though
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
They know
Heard niggas second guessing, said I ain't that nice
Like I didn't tote my gun and work that white
In the middle of the run, hit the brown and rice
100 grams 10 bands, if you know that life
Get rich off weed, if the smoke alright
Make it to the big league, if the coach know right
Played on a bad team in the wrong position
Graduated to the streets, never paid tuition
Never read a good book, had a couple niggas shook
They scared, no such thing as halfway crooks
These niggas know me, ring bells in every hood
Get you stabbed up top, nigga my word good
I know crips, know bloods, some neutral
Grimy niggas that hold a grudge and still shoot you
Middle fingers up to the judge, bitch useless
Reminiscing breaking up buds, eating at Ruth's Chris nigga
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
Think you running things slanging sacks 'til them boys pull up and ran sack
Rest in peace to Frank but you got a bunch of 69s in your Rat Pack
Pull up fresher than some Tic Tacs for the love and y'all just doing it for kick back
Grab a rope listening to your shit 'cause you rather hang yourself while we skip that
Trying to share a dream with a queen that don't take shit like Betty Johnson and
Immigrants to this mumble rap shit for the money they be Belly flopping in
And they fucking with some street shit and end up in some deep shit
Speechless, I'm just alone in my zone like I'm about to take a free kick
Just a smooth criminal like I'm Mike Jack but in the booth I'm bad
Inditing themselves without knowing like they did an interview with Vlad
And this Durban South Africa dog, take a ride with me on the N2
Type of shit you gotta step to, shit's familiar like you ain't gotta ask for a menu
Every Fortnite I'm just powering my imagination like the new Roblox
Fuck those opps, never been to Harlem but they still label me a globetrot
So fuck Covid, fuck the lockdown, shit is what you make of it
Ye on his 808s, I be flowing on some amazing shit
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds

Big Warpath
Big BSF
You know
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
The pressure will test you for diamonds rhyming but it don't always go like that
What you into, switching up like Nintendo and bring that '90s flow right back
Was made for this, paper sick need a major fix of some paper, shit
On a stretcher moving through the pressure, so in diamonds I can drape your bitch
No permits shooting from close range, get murdered at yr own place
Long as they got my back like Verizon I'm just sprinting at my own pace
Few specifics, eating beats then I make your girl do the dishes
Throwing salt in their wounds, not over my shoulder but im still superstitious
Riding dirty but the package clean, with a bad but I'm good if you asking me
Deeply stressed, now I'm Weezy F still in love with Nivea, never lacking cream
Ay yo, I'm the one rapper y'all ain't safe from
Rocking the same cloth and fabrics but we ain't from the same cut
'Cause I take those type of risks, used to dodging indictment threats
New environment, but I'm so deep with my shit I'm scuba diving in
But me and Boat just be Smooth Sailing through the fucking city yo
Bad boy with that Diddy glow and its TMC like we Rolling 60s though
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
They know
Heard niggas second guessing, said I ain't that nice
Like I didn't tote my gun and work that white
In the middle of the run, hit the brown and rice
100 grams 10 bands, if you know that life
Get rich off weed, if the smoke alright
Make it to the big league, if the coach know right
Played on a bad team in the wrong position
Graduated to the streets, never paid tuition
Never read a good book, had a couple niggas shook
They scared, no such thing as halfway crooks
These niggas know me, ring bells in every hood
Get you stabbed up top, nigga my word good
I know crips, know bloods, some neutral
Grimy niggas that hold a grudge and still shoot you
Middle fingers up to the judge, bitch useless
Reminiscing breaking up buds, eating at Ruth's Chris nigga
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds
Think you running things slanging sacks 'til them boys pull up and ran sack
Rest in peace to Frank but you got a bunch of 69s in your Rat Pack
Pull up fresher than some Tic Tacs for the love and y'all just doing it for kick back
Grab a rope listening to your shit 'cause you rather hang yourself while we skip that
Trying to share a dream with a queen that don't take shit like Betty Johnson and
Immigrants to this mumble rap shit for the money they be Belly flopping in
And they fucking with some street shit and end up in some deep shit
Speechless, I'm just alone in my zone like I'm about to take a free kick
Just a smooth criminal like I'm Mike Jack but in the booth I'm bad
Inditing themselves without knowing like they did an interview with Vlad
And this Durban South Africa dog, take a ride with me on the N2
Type of shit you gotta step to, shit's familiar like you ain't gotta ask for a menu
Every Fortnite I'm just powering my imagination like the new Roblox
Fuck those opps, never been to Harlem but they still label me a globetrot
So fuck Covid, fuck the lockdown, shit is what you make of it
Ye on his 808s, I be flowing on some amazing shit
The thrill of victory comes with the agony of defeat
This life ain't for everybody
You don't know what it cost me
But no pressure
No pressure, I was made for this life
No diamonds, made for this life
No diamonds
No pressure, no diamonds