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 [Chorusk: 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