Made It from Nothing

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this

They know I took my time with the shit

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

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Uh, North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga

South Philly from my dad genes, nigga

I could wear my dad jeans

Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came

Nigga, 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 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 want you dead and nobody stopping shit, homie

Cause honestly we give a fuck about 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 'em!

[Pre-Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

Damn, it feels good from way up here

Damn, it feels good, baby

Yeah, from way up here

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this

They know I took my time with the shit

Diamonds on my neck, I blind them 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'

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Dreamchasers, accomplishments are remarkable

Big fish, little fish

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 dope

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

[Pre-Chorus: Teyana Taylor]

Damn, it feels good from way up here

Damn, it feels good, baby

Yeah, from way up here

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]

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, baby

Money is coming, we still run dough

Niggas run up but we never lay low

Niggas 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

Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades

Popping on the bub' 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 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