Jerome Melo - This

Oh
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Best believe we made
Best believe we made
For this

I had to be next
I had to finesse
More money more problems and a reality check
On the come up like where gravity at
What's the point of talking when you need to say less
Betty Crocker how I be with the bread
We be popping and we not even there
Out of options I can sleep when I'm dead
Where you are is what you see in yourself
I guess you don't want to know what life is
Then again nothing like this
You can blame it all on the white man
We can change it all in the right hands
I don't know about yaw but I can
See the future can be confusing
Keep your head up we can do this
This the era and we the coolest
Not trying to compromise or be congruent
I see money and I see booty
Do I need it
Absolutely
You and Me can make a movie
Speak your mind and pop that pussy
Let me stop but I'm still looking
They can rhyme but never could be
I be wildin' and they pollution
I don't whine I find solutions
Otherwise I be you then
Yaw talk about guns well we got bazookas

Best believe we Made for this
We came for this
We paid for this
Oh baby what you want from me
Best believe we made for this
We came for this
We paid for this
Oh baby what you want from me

Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say
Always got something to say
Got something to say but nothing to say

Remember we were young
Coming up with a dream
I was on my grind
You was so lost like a Fiene
We was so in love with the grind couldn't see
All the bright signs that were shining on me
Oh
Shining on me
Shining on me
Shining on me

Say you got guns well we got bazookas
But won't come for your neck I let God do the rest
I'm running shit but never run out of breath
Hater blockers on cant see how she felt
Scared of myself but I'm not afraid to fail
Believe it or not I believe in myself
Know you can smell that cause shit done got real
Tune it out cause they like hearing themselves
Calling me a dick well that's under the belt
Tom Brady ok but don't fuck with 12
Rihanna is fine but I need a Michelle
Rolling a blunt because anything helps
Ima speak my mind until it reveals

Best believe we Made for this
We came for this
We paid for this
Oh baby what you want from me
Best believe we made for this
We came for this
We paid for this
Oh baby what you want from me

Written by:
Alexander Gold, Melvin Brownlee

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