Made me Lyrics

Y'all really made me, Y'all mad at me?

Reason I don't throw you under the bus

You not bad rapping

Having niggas around who don't help

Then that's bad mapping

How we gon reach the top?

We went from its cool then its good

We all came from the hood

We started from the bottom

We evolved as we should

Had goals understood

Something changed for good

We told each other

Never switching up then is good

My heart is pure, I'm a saint no sir

I'm out here speeding like, Frankie Kerr

It was all a blur

First nigga who stole from me

Wore my earrings to a church

Back then I was eleven

I didn't had it figured it out

Momma struggling trying to find

The quickest route

Oldest son

Man you know what's that about

Pops always said fight back

Without a doubt

Struggling and hustling

All up in the jungle

Niggas is bigger than you

But you won't stumble

Knowing you hungry

And you won't crumble

I just want to get it like

The Mamba's

I'm gon put a stop

To the drought

MVP like, Mike Trout

To the town

I'm Dominican like

Anthony Towns

If he ever disrespect

We send him out of bounce

But I ain't from Philly though

In this Meek Milly flow

Yes I'm getting money

Getting to my business though

Fly her out, her and her friend

Just so I can hit them both

If you ain't getting money

Stay out my business hoe

I was thirteen seeing titties

I tried to fuck a hoe

Before rapping I was playing baseball

Trying to make the show

Niggas always dissing every time

I step into Monroe

Told the plug bring a small package

And he brought a O

Y'all really made me, Y'all mad at me?

Reason I don't throw you under the bus

You not bad rapping

Having niggas around who don't help

Then that's bad mapping

How we gon reach the top?

We went from its cool then its good

We all came from the hood

We started from the bottom

We evolved as we should

Had goals understood

Something changed for good

We told each other

Never switching up then is good

My heart is pure, I'm a saint no sir

I'm out here speeding like, Frankie Kerr

It was all a blur

First nigga who stole from me

Wore my earrings to a church