Mama, I made it
Got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton
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

***k what they are talking
Na, it ain't about talent
It's no longer an art
******s piss on your canvas
[Unverified] and parade

Okay, 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 p***ing 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 ****** run up all you and unload
'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

Mama, I made it
Got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton
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

Forever dreaming, wishing on a star for help
I give a ****** 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 ****
They don't like to play

You ghetto famous to us, you 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 God's 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)

Mama, I made it
Got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton
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