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 hos
I got that old school

With those lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain�t enough
To free my soul

Oh mama I made it

[Verse 2]

$#&@ what they talkin'
Nah it ain't about talent
It�s no longer an art

!@^%s piss 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
Damn, when will my time come
Should I just sell dope,for money, cars, clothes & hoes

Cause they say that's successful (I just wanna be successful)
Till a !@$@ run up on you and unload
Cause he poor and you shine just like the moon glow

Stuntin in your bentley buddy cost you your soul
When God come to collect
I hope you got what you owe


[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 those trues and vogues

I keep some groupie hos
I got that old school
With those lambo doors

But I'm scared it all ain�t enough
To free my soul
Oh mama I made it



[Verse 2]

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 short of what we breathin
When we signin our life away
They say ignorance is bliss

But I like to state
The game is just no records and real %#@!
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

Tryin 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

[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 those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hos
I got that old school
With those lambo doors

But I'm scared it all ain�t enough
To free my soul
Oh mama I made it



[Outro]
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