Made It From Nothing (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Teyana Taylor/Rick Ross

Written by：T. Taylor/T. Azzouz/N. Warwar/R. Williams/A. Boggs/W. Roberts/A. Hassan/STREETRUNNER/Tarik Azzouz

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this

They know I took my time with

Diamonds on my neck I blind them with the wrist

Hey it feels good when you make it from nothing

I grind like this

So I can shine like this

Them diamonds on my wrist

It feels good when you make it from nothing

Uh North Philly in my bloodstream

South Philly from my dad genes

I could wear my dad jeans

Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came

Ni**a put some respect up on my last name

No better feelin' than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend

No better feelin' seein' lil Papi talkin French to me

All this money these never get to me

Why you think you never hear 'bout what they did to me

Hunnid bands quarter milli talking big money

I'm want you dead and nobody stopping

'Cause honestly we give a f**k about your big homie

Posted in the jungle with a ladder a ladder

How can they compare me to a rapper

Did it for attention 'cause he had to

Broke their opinions never mattered

D**n it feels good from way up here

D**n it feels good baby

Yeah from way up here

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this

They know I took my time with

Diamonds on my neck I'm blogging with the wrist

Hey it feels good when you make it from nothin'

I grind like this

So I can shine like this

Them diamonds on my wrist

It feels good when you make it from nothin'

I always need a prayer before we do the toast

My circle competitive let's see who move the most

I gave my niggas game before they knew the ropes

Now let's talk about numbers I really do 'em both

I still got two real uncles who still be doing d**e

One of them used to run with a fluky stokes

So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts

Still one call away from ones who really knew me most

Staying in my lane out of the uzi smoke

You only beating cases based on who you know

Public defender gave him a funeral

Juvenile sent to Rikers he never knew the rules

Assesin' religions he don't know who to choose

Let's bow our head over these Ramen noodles

God is the greatest and I pray for peace

Still rolling up that leaf Mr Drew Ali I salute you

D**n it feels good from way up here

D**n it feels good baby

Yeah from way up here

I just want the money baby yeah yeah yeah

Hey

What they want from me baby

Yeah yeah yeah whoa

And we still want it

Money is coming we still run dough

Run up but we never lay low

Kept it real so we never lay low never lay low

Run through the money going way up

Money on the wheels go way up

The doors on the coupe go way up

It's so easy to hate us

In the club spilling Aces of Spades

Popping on the bub' and they love a check

Going somewhere I'm make it

If you ain't got my money I'm take that

They probably thought wouldn't shine like this

Got deals so I signed like this

Diamonds on my neck I blind them with the wrist

Hey yeah

I'ma change my mind on you

You know how we do

I'm eating lobster on a plate now