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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
L.Griffin Jr
L.Griffin Jr
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Luis Manuel Martinez Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S1
S1
Producer
Shndō
Shndō
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Lyrics

I was made I was made I was made I was made to be zoned out I was made to get on top I was made to come outshine I was made to be on time I was made When it ain't nothing but a thang to a real nigga, and that's real talk Real talk ain't something I be tryna do, I just talk and it's just real Goddamn, seem like God be doing me favors every year Every year, seems like another nigga plays himself and take himself out of my circle With his own shit that don't match what I be on Grown men shouldn't have to lie You niggas putting everything on everything I was born to get my Isley on To be alone at the top, you niggas born for the mezzanine It ain't nothing for a corny nigga to get on And spread corny nigga syndrome, it's sickening It's going around with the quickness Like a Hollywood wedding ring These bitches in this business belong to the business They always gon' be looking for bigger and better things So, I just sit back, zone and watch shit Everything I do in my day, I do on my own recognizance And everything I got, I own It's probably a little hard for you to process, 'cause you shoplift Wonder why you a target, 'cause you at target Putting a twelve pair of socks down in your crock Your child with you watching, look what you done started And I was made to tell bitches, "Get out" Not only do you gotta get out, your contact gotta be out my phone You won't try to get me out my zone I was made to be zoned out I was made to get on top I was made to come outshine I was made to be on time You was made to be stressed out You was made to feel left out You was made to be a letdown If it wasn't for suckers, if it wasn't for suckers If it wasn't for suckers, I wouldn't look so real (whoo!) Ain't nothing for a fake nigga to look real because he be's with his squad Really, you only looking real to the other fakes To me, you looking like peas in a pod It ain't nothing for a couple of real niggas To come through there and just bust everybody head Real niggas don't gossip, we zone out And say what we wanna say, we don't care how you hear God made man, woman, and child in the eyes of His beloved Likeness is like this A lot of people are real and this is why He made suckers Now, just imagine living inside of a world Where the whole society's ass backwards But everybody is solid and all that you have accomplished In your life and nobody gets mad at it All I know is that I continue to be eyes for suckers Been around me since school I don't want 'em around me, but I do want 'em around 'Cause see, I need the fuel People don't have a need for the paperboy When they reading the news, but that don't mean he ain't on his route There's a certain velour to being the son of a addict I was born zoning out I was made to be zoned out I was made to get on top I was made to come outshine I was made to be on time I was made You know what? I wanna thank you, sucker Without you, there is no me So in return, I won't spank you, sucker I came up with a laugh for all of your nonsense But it's more like a saying, sucker Next time you come around a nigga playing, sucker I'm gonna sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker, sucker It's kinda like the Popeye laugh, I pray to God that my kind last All you niggas sitting in front of your computer hating I got more Ws than your dotcom has Nigga, I'm not mad, I'm so happy, I'm avant-garde My wife taste like water, she got aqua ass It's double doors on the crib, and I'm pretty sure I just did the Cha Cha Slide right by the oblong glass Sucker, sucker, sucker-sucker-sucker Only men in this world I need is my father, brother, brother Fuck around with anyone of them, I'll come and slug ya And I ain't talking like Babe Ruth I ain't swinging nothing, nigga, I'ma turn your block to Beirut My mama told be, "Just be strong" So, I'm ignoring niggas, fuck outta here, sucker, let me zone I was made to be zoned out I was made to get on top I was made to come outshine I was made to be on time You was made to be stressed out You was made to feel left out You was made to be a letdown If it wasn't for suckers, if it wasn't for suckers If it wasn't for suckers, I wouldn't look so real (whoo!) I was made I was made If it wasn't for suckers, if it wasn't for suckers If it wasn't for suckers, I wouldn't look so real (whoo!)
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