[Hook]
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 those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school
With those lambo doors
But I'm scared
It all ain't enough
To free my soul
Lord mama I made it
[VERSE 1]
f*** what they talkin'
Nah it ain't about talent
It's no longer an art
n***** p*** on your canvas and parade
Ok, so you paved the way but I rode the road
Farther than you go before
But still you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they passing me by
With a sign that say I rap to eat
With both my thumbs in the sky
d***, when will my time come?
Should I just sell dope,for money, cars, clothes & hoes?
Cause they say that's successful
'Til a n**** run up on you in a low
Cause he po' and you shine just like the moon glow
Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul
When God come to collect
I hope you got what you owe
[Hook]
[VERESE 2]
Forever dreaming
Wishing on a star for help
I give a n***** food for thought
He rather starve himself
Apart from wealth
I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not short of what we breathing
When we signing our life away
They say ignorance is bliss
But I'd like to state
The game is just not records and real s***
They don't like to play
You ghetto famous to us
You just Bojangles to them
Tap yo feet, tip yo brim
And sell it back to yo kin
I don't rap I spit hymns
My God's bigger than them
Trying to blacken your heart
And say we children of men
I sin cause I ain't perfect
But I rather save your life, than hurt it. (If I made it)
[Hook]
[VERSE 3: Hook Singer]
Now what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh lord
Don't get me where I'm going?
Now what if I don't see the signs in time, oh lord
I'm praying that you show me...
Mama I made it
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 those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school
With those lambo doors
But I'm scared
It all ain't enough
To free my soul
Lord mama I made it
[VERSE 1]
f*** what they talkin'
Nah it ain't about talent
It's no longer an art
n***** p*** on your canvas and parade
Ok, so you paved the way but I rode the road
Farther than you go before
But still you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they passing me by
With a sign that say I rap to eat
With both my thumbs in the sky
d***, when will my time come?
Should I just sell dope,for money, cars, clothes & hoes?
Cause they say that's successful
'Til a n**** run up on you in a low
Cause he po' and you shine just like the moon glow
Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul
When God come to collect
I hope you got what you owe
[Hook]
[VERESE 2]
Forever dreaming
Wishing on a star for help
I give a n***** food for thought
He rather starve himself
Apart from wealth
I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not short of what we breathing
When we signing our life away
They say ignorance is bliss
But I'd like to state
The game is just not records and real s***
They don't like to play
You ghetto famous to us
You just Bojangles to them
Tap yo feet, tip yo brim
And sell it back to yo kin
I don't rap I spit hymns
My God's bigger than them
Trying to blacken your heart
And say we children of men
I sin cause I ain't perfect
But I rather save your life, than hurt it. (If I made it)
[Hook]
[VERSE 3: Hook Singer]
Now what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh lord
Don't get me where I'm going?
Now what if I don't see the signs in time, oh lord
I'm praying that you show me...
Mama I made it