Hip Hop Is What Made Me (feat. DJ ACE NYC & Larissa Lambert)
And I, never get told shit motherfuckers stay low key, in my family
Barely know anything about me, people that raised me
And the ones that raised them with their friends and their colleagues
Social pressures gotta act manly
Reality struck unbelievably, far and wide where the evil be
Damn like an outsider in my own home, and it's likely
That i'll never feel close to anybody again
Sorry to offend or vent but it's a must
Been fucked over way too many times to trust, and its signs of lust, its scandalous
Wow another lifestyle I'm tryna live
Praise to the King and the feast we begin, damn
I learnt the hard way with Juice and Gin
That Snoop Dogg really gon' portray to me
High School bitches spill the tray on me
Hard way of learning the struggles of life
Poetic injustice that I convey on the mic
It's like, why the fuck do I even have a phone
No responses when I keep it on the low
People start hitting me up just to hang
When I'm busy as hell doing work it's insane
But when I'm bored outta my mind sometimes
I can't catch a break its selfish so I write rhymes
Honestly I feel like I'm only liked just as a rapper
But not as a friend who's got thoughts to capture
Or these emotions that project in laughter
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll can't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Got a million critics but you niggas keep forgetting
That I come from the city that started this shit
Cold as the winter in the middle of November
And I rep it everyday from the brains to the fitted
New York City we the brains of this shit
Looking for the fame go insane just to get it
Bright city lights putting strain on the vision
Caught up in the prison cities got another victim
And damm
It's a tragedy these haters so god damn mad at me
Spent way to many years ducking blasphomy
How these corny motherfuckers gonna master me
Bitch you'll never get another nigga bad is me
Ladies favorite til the death that's why they blast at me
Another nigga from the bottom to outlast the streets
NFB and Def Manic yeah it had to be
I am not stopping I will not stop it
Even with Two hundred mil in my pocket
Even if all of my haters send rockets
Destroying the planet and only leave darkness
DARKNESS
Pour the liquor from my hand for the dearly departed
New York City the home of this Hip-Hop ain't no room for the heartless nigga ahh
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Barely know anything about me, people that raised me
And the ones that raised them with their friends and their colleagues
Social pressures gotta act manly
Reality struck unbelievably, far and wide where the evil be
Damn like an outsider in my own home, and it's likely
That i'll never feel close to anybody again
Sorry to offend or vent but it's a must
Been fucked over way too many times to trust, and its signs of lust, its scandalous
Wow another lifestyle I'm tryna live
Praise to the King and the feast we begin, damn
I learnt the hard way with Juice and Gin
That Snoop Dogg really gon' portray to me
High School bitches spill the tray on me
Hard way of learning the struggles of life
Poetic injustice that I convey on the mic
It's like, why the fuck do I even have a phone
No responses when I keep it on the low
People start hitting me up just to hang
When I'm busy as hell doing work it's insane
But when I'm bored outta my mind sometimes
I can't catch a break its selfish so I write rhymes
Honestly I feel like I'm only liked just as a rapper
But not as a friend who's got thoughts to capture
Or these emotions that project in laughter
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll can't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Got a million critics but you niggas keep forgetting
That I come from the city that started this shit
Cold as the winter in the middle of November
And I rep it everyday from the brains to the fitted
New York City we the brains of this shit
Looking for the fame go insane just to get it
Bright city lights putting strain on the vision
Caught up in the prison cities got another victim
And damm
It's a tragedy these haters so god damn mad at me
Spent way to many years ducking blasphomy
How these corny motherfuckers gonna master me
Bitch you'll never get another nigga bad is me
Ladies favorite til the death that's why they blast at me
Another nigga from the bottom to outlast the streets
NFB and Def Manic yeah it had to be
I am not stopping I will not stop it
Even with Two hundred mil in my pocket
Even if all of my haters send rockets
Destroying the planet and only leave darkness
DARKNESS
Pour the liquor from my hand for the dearly departed
New York City the home of this Hip-Hop ain't no room for the heartless nigga ahh
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Ya'll don't understand me
Ya'll don't see what I've seen
You want what I just can't be
Hip hop is what made me
Credits
Writer(s): Filip Mitrovic
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