What Made Me ft. AjShowEm Lyrics

They askin' what made me the villain

Lemme just fill in

Long time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porch

I'm ready to scorch

I'm buildin' my brand that's with no support

The streets and the music I cannot divorce

The devil's posted in my ward

I was a good child then I transformed

I'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours

Was born in O Two when I was a baby I was thinkin' my family sweet

Nah

Little I knew I was born in the water cause when I was growin' it started get deep

Kindergarten thru grades my own kind of people went stripped me away

From my roots said I wasn't to keep

My mother was sayin' to stay in the crib

So I wouldn't go see what was put in the streets

I was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year when I was just seven

Bitches was laughin' at me so I went to admire 'em dealers with pricy possessions

Rockin' rope chains with iphones and jordan elevens

They said you a wanna be look at my thorough succession

My father was beatin' my mother

My brother was treatin' me like I was dirt

My mother was puttin' a man in front of her sons

Students was laughin' at me over me I know that shit dumb

Had a couple of friends but never had friends

Young Day Real was alone

By the time I was ten I saw my first body

Then I went to learn what was a chrome

Eleven years old I was gettin' 'em beats

Bruises was under my clothes

So I looked to the corner thinkin' how this was the key

Then I was twelve I was sellin' on weed

Thirteen years old I caught my first case

Fourteen years I was totin' two guns

Fifteen years old I was a top opp

Sixteen years old I was lightin' a glock

Seventeen full blown addiction I couldn't go stop

They askin' what made me the villain

Lemme just fill in

Long time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porch

I'm ready to scorch

I'm buildin' my brand that's with no support

The streets and the music I cannot divorce

The devil's posted in my ward

I was a good child then I transformed

I'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours

From the ages of thirteen to eighteen I went thru too much

A couple moments I won't speak on such

Real niggas can have the heart to say they wasn't always tough

I'll simply admit that I was one of the weaks

Gettin' bitched week after week

Newark is brick city so you go hard or stay home

It's funny cause a youngin' couldn't stay home

My uncle was robbin' the fam

My father was gettin' deported

My mother was not havin' money to go be supported

Was seenin' her cry on her knees

My brother an addict so it was just left to me

My bitches done snaked me they know what they did

Ninth grade to a senior I had a gun in my bag

I was touchin' em racks on a rack

Was beefin' with sets them niggas aint kill me so pick up ya mans

I even had beef with my homies it's fuck em with a whole power of two

Done dodgin' them bullets I couldn't stop trappin'

I never swore I was shoota

But run down on me I'm puttin' four bullets straight to the madulas

I am the villain it's big EBK it's war with whoever

But if we locked in brodie I got you foreva

This is just part of the story

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