Made This

Swear to God I been the same mother fucker since the third grade Every year i’m getting older thank God get to see another birthday Count my blessings on the daily Lord knows I shouldn’t be here in the first place But you saved me Yeah them niggas tried to hurt me in the worst way Worst way why they hate me in the first place Just another nigga from the bottom tryna make it Why my brothers tryna take it I give my soul I just want appreciation I wanna feel appreciated Give them love and they stand there looking faded Give me all but i’m feeling separated They tell us that we different and that makes it complicated Same color so we’re basically related Don’t underestimate it Cause we made this Little homie we made this Don’t let them tell you that you ain’t nothing Little homie we made this Yeah homie we made this And they know it