Made It From Nothing Lyrics


Lyrics to 'Made It From Nothing' by Meek Mill:

–Hook: Teyana Taylor–
I know you don’t wanna [?] like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from the ‘byss
I’ve grown like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from the ‘byss

–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Uh, it North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I can wear my dad genes
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came nigga
Put some respect up on my last name
Nobody in Philly seen my cousin serve his last fiend
Nobody in Philly seen lil Papi speak French to me
All this money, these pussies will 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 what you did and nobody stopping shit, homie
[?} you think we give a fuck ’bout your big homie?
Fuck it, posted in the Jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper?
Did it for attention ’cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck!

–Hook: Teyana Taylor–
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you don’t wanna [?] like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from the ‘byss
I’ve grown like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from the ‘byss

–Verse 2: Rock Ross–
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 do the roast
Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do ’em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run with the [?]
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, [?] 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
[?] 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, that’s that [?]

–Outro: Teyana Taylor–
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I just want the money, baby, yeah
Hey, what they want from me, baby
And we still want it, baby
[?]
Niggas still run door, but we never lay low
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas [?] so we never lay low
Never lay low
Running through the money, going way up
Money on the wheel, go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It’s so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the [?] and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
If you ain’t got my money I’ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, yeah
[?} my mind on you
You know how we do
I’m eating lobster on a plate now

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