[Chorus:] Mama I made it Got my chain now, I got that Benz too I got my Luis Vuiton And my Gucci shoes
Mama I made it Got the choosy folks I keep some groupy hoes I got that old Skool With those Lambo doors But I am scared (Yeah) It all ain't enough To free my soul Lord mama I made it
[Verse 1:] Fuck what they are talking Na It ain't about talent It's no longer an art Niggers piss on your canvas? And parade Ok so you paved the way but I rolled the road Farther than you rolled before but still you block the road some more I'm on my last leg and they just passing me by With a sign that say I rap to eat and both my thumbs in the sky Damn! When would my time come should I just sell dope For money, Cars Clothes And hoes... cause they say that's successful Till a nigger run up all you and unload Cause he Po' and you shine just like the Moon glow Stunting in your bently but it cost you your soul When God come to collect I hope u got what u owe
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[Verse 2:] Forever dreaming Wishing on a star for help I give a nigger food for thought He rather starve himself Apart from wealth I think it was the shine that got us blinded Not sure of what we reading when we signing (our life away) They say ignorance is bliss But I like to stay The game is just not records and real shit They don't like to play You ghetto famous to us, u just Bo jangles to them Tap your feet tip your brim and sell it back to your kin I don't rap I spit hymns My Gods bigger than them Try to blacken your heart and say were children of men I sin cause I ain't perfect But I rather save your life, then hurt it (If I Make It)
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