โหลดเพลง mp3 Made It from Nothing (feat. Teyana Taylor and Rick Ross) - Meek Mill

Made It From Nothing (Clean) - 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