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