AJT and MJeezy - Made It

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

Written by:
Anthony Tchilinguirian, Mohamed Mulham Jazmati

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