Andrew Kelley Built For This Lyrics
Built For This by Andrew Kelley
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
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