Swear to God I been the same mother f*cker 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