Built For This Lyrics Method Man feat. Freddie Gibbs,Streetlife

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Sort of like Malcolm at the Autobahn
They comin 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 car
The game is ours let’s keep it funky who said he wash?
Like Staten Island Italians please begin this source
If y'all ain't shakin or stackin than ya'll already lost
Already cross the light fright already..
Plus anybody that sayin no, I’m takin numbers
I’m takin names, I’m takin your chain take this hunger
Pain pain pain
Then you fill the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow
I get it done and the game y’all
Do me your favor, don’t ever play with my ball
Never been the player hater I just ain't playing with you
You watching lame but look I’m takin the charge
Getting hard and get you two shots now I’m passing the charge

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Huh, five delight us gonna take a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you had a slide it
But if you’re built for this, then you might survive
Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
Yeah five delight us gonna take a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you had a slide it
But if you built for this, then you might survive
Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Sort of like Mike at the United Center
Madison Square, Boston garden I straight ignite on niggas
But yo raps ain't no fye, that shit will collapse so don’t try
I’m screaming as west down in my pair then no blind
There no fake that uncut that straight drop, what the fuck
I’m pulled over by the jakes 28 up in my nuts
For them I took you when you ’cause I’d rather lay you up
Feel like a free a hundred million haters ain't enough
Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray
I got them quarters and them halfs, so just meet me like halfway
And I need a hundred percent of my profit and you fuck with half pay
They takin no shorts our losses between ..
As I can recollect, plan and got this dope the stress
Turn off the..work these corners like behind PS
Run away the patience and I..just say find me yet
I’ll take it in the..you couldn’t buy me yet, you could remind me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: StreetLife]
Face the world’s worse quick the snatchin man purse
And lead your body head first in the stretch hurse
Murder she wrote I’m on the speed the killer verse
And leave the play a bluss spilling on this lena shirt
You can co-goo my name and you aint’ gotta search
I’m right here in the street some putting in work
Go ahead, go round make get your feelings hurt
And you can get carried out at your local church
I’m from the old school, I do my own turn
Mama raise no fools and did my homework
Keep your wifey close she’s a little flirt
I knew her since 03 I hit it first
I’m the reason why your baby mama were the burst
I’ve been marvelous at birth you connects my earth
It’s not a problem they show you how to shawty work
I out your body in the durable with the dollars worth

[Hook]