| I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
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| They know I took my time with the shit
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| Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
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| Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
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| I grind like this
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| So I can shine like this
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| Them diamonds on my wrist
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| It feels good when you make it from nothing
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| Uh, North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
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| South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
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| I could wear my dad jeans
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| Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came
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| Nigga, put some respect up on my last name
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| No better feelin' than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
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| No better feelin' seein' lil Papi talkin French to me
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| All this money, these pussies will never get to me
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| Why you think you never hear 'bout what they did to me?
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| Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
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| I’m want you dead and nobody stopping shit, homie
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| Cause honestly we give a fuck about your big homie
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| Fuck it, posted in the jungle with a ladder
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| How can they compare me to a rapper?
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| Did it for attention 'cause he had to
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| Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
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| Fuck 'em!
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| Damn, it feels good from way up here
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| Damn, it feels good, baby
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| Yeah, from way up here
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| I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
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| They know I took my time with the shit
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| Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
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| Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin'
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| I grind like this
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| So I can shine like this
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| Them diamonds on my wrist
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| It feels good when you make it from nothin'
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| Dreamchasers, accomplishments are remarkable
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| Big fish, little fish
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| I always need a prayer before we do the toast
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| My circle competitive, let’s see who move the most
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| I gave my niggas game before they knew the ropes
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| Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do 'em both
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| I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
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| One of them used to run with a fluky stokes
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| So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
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| Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
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| Staying in my lane out of the uzi smoke
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| You only beating cases based on who you know
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| Public defender gave him a funeral
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| Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
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| Assesin' religions, he don’t know who to choose
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| Let’s bow our head over these Ramen noodles
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| God is the greatest and I pray for peace
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| Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Drew Ali, I salute you
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| Damn, it feels good from way up here
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| Damn, it feels good, baby
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| Yeah, from way up here
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| I just want the money, baby, yeah yeah yeah, hey
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| What they want from me, baby? |
| Yeah yeah yeah, whoa
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| And we still want it, baby
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| Money is coming, we still run dough
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| Niggas run up but we never lay low
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| Niggas kept it real so we never lay low, never lay low
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| Run through the money, going way up
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| Money on the wheels go way up
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| The doors on the coupe go way up
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| It’s so easy to hate us
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| Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
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| Popping on the bub' and they love a check
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| Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
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| If you ain’t got my money, I’ma take that
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| They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
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| Got deals so I signed like this
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| Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
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| Hey, yeah
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| I’ma change my mind on you
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| You know how we do
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| I’m eating lobster on a plate now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Made It from Nothing , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Wins & Losses, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп