What Made Me (feat. AjShowEm)

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Day Real

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They askin' what made me the villain
Lemme just fill in
Long time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porch
I'm ready to scorch
I'm buildin' my brand that's with no support
The streets and the music I cannot divorce
The devil's posted in my ward
I was a good child then I transformed
I'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours
Was born in O Two when I was a baby I was thinkin' my family sweet
Nah
Little I knew I was born in the water cause when I was growin' it started get deep
Kindergarten thru grades my own kind of people went stripped me away from my roots said I wasn't to keep
My mother was sayin' to stay in the crib so I wouldn't go see what was put in the streets
I was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year when I was just seven
Bitches was laughin' at me so I went to admire 'em dealers with pricy possessions
Rockin' rope chains with iphones and jordan elevens
They said you a wanna be look at my thorough succession
My father was beatin' my mother
My brother was treatin' me like I was dirt
My mother was puttin' a man in front of her sons
Students was laughin' at me over me I know that shit dumb
Had a couple of friends but never had friends
Young Day Real was alone
By the time I was ten I saw my first body then I went to learn what was a chrome
Eleven years old I was gettin' 'em beats
Bruises was under my clothes so I looked to the corner thinkin' how this was the key
Then I was twelve I was sellin' on weed
Thirteen years old I caught my first case
Fourteen years I was totin' two guns
Fifteen years old I was a top opp
Sixteen years old I was lightin' a glock
Seventeen full blown addiction I couldn't go stop
They askin' what made me the villain
Lemme just fill in
Long time ago I was smilin' and wouldn't look outside the porch
I'm ready to scorch
I'm buildin' my brand that's with no support
The streets and the music I cannot divorce
The devil's posted in my ward
I was a good child then I transformed
I'm defendin' what's mine are you defendin' what's yours
From the ages of thirteen to eighteen I went thru too much
A couple moments I won't speak on such
Real niggas can have the heart to say they wasn't always tough
I'll simply admit that I was one of the weaks
Gettin' bitched week after week
Newark is brick city so you go hard or stay home
It's funny cause a youngin' couldn't stay home
My uncle was robbin' the fam
My father was gettin' deported
My mother was not havin' money to go be supported
Was seenin' her cry on her knees
My brother an addict so it was just left to me
My bitches done snaked me they know what they did
Ninth grade to a senior I had a gun in my bag
I was touchin' em racks on a rack
Was beefin' with sets them niggas aint kill me so pick up ya mans
I even had beef with my homies it's f*ck em with a whole power of two
Done dodgin' them bullets I couldn't stop trappin'
I never swore I was shoota
But run down on me I'm puttin' four bullets straight to the madulas
I am the villain it's big EBK it's war with whoever
But if we locked in brodie I got you foreva
This is just part of the story
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