Made It ft. MJeezy Lyrics

I said I grew up poor and then I fucked around and made it

Now I'm broke again because I made a maid a maiden

Went through the worst to stop fucking with the lames and

Went on OD and OT to save my name and

I rose from it, had to get off the ropes from it

I'm so stubborn, had to get up and grow from it

My home flourished, my glow nourished, I'm so stunnish

This silk I'm wearing just cost me about four hundred

I grew up, a fucking screw up

Listening to Em, X and Biggie 'til my fucking ears blew up

Ain't amount to shit, another day, another fist fight

Dried bread and cheese was the main squeeze at midnight

Back in the day we couldn't afford to have a Happy Meal

See the pain through my Mom's eyes, as she shed a tear

Said "Son, we don't really have any funds for it"

I won't stop 'til I can see her in her first foreign, Uh

Thinking of days I wouldn't amount to somethin'

Sitting all dazed, all I could do was bluff it

Sick of the games, personas and blames, all that huffing and puffin

But shit ain't the same, when I aimed my limits on nothin'

Hit that bitch of a critic

Voice in my head, yeah that was always tickin'

So I grip it, twist it, kick it, split it and flick it

Now nothing could stop me

Nothing on top me

Nothing you can throw my way will ever block me

Karate chopping, err'thang that I face and I raise my hands like I'm Rocky

Hell yeah I'm cocky,

Best in the game, remember the name and, I ain't even anywhere close to stopping

Respect and props are expected promptly

Mama we made it

Your son is the greatest

I'm just doing this until every hater states it

Never chillin', always a Tchilinguirian

Gotta work hard with no sleep in the city until the Youngest sibling, has old money affiliates

Stay true to my roots, real as a Syrian

Spitting cryptic lines online. Etherium.

When I say I'll blow up, It's an idiom

Make my pops proud his son is the rebellion

Broke the glass ceiling from being a poor civilian

Raised in a system that was never built to let me in

Put my foot through the door like "Bitch! Here we is"

We're here to stay and stack up multiple millions

Keep the fam around and then we start to divvy it

Take my mom to chill out on the Caribbean

See my father like "Damn Son, You're really HIM"

Keep my bro head up high like we Armenian

Make sure my niece and nephew are proud of their lineage