paroles de chanson Mama I Made It (feat. Lex Bratcher & Drok) - Lex Bratcher , Drok , Samad Savage

Mama told me to be a doctor (ayy)
I ain′t never have enough patience
Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got no class, and I'm dangerous
Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow)
Raisin′ every bar that they came with (yeah)
Mama told me to be employed, but
I put in the work just to say this

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah!

Ayy! Did it like I told ya
We not from Magnolia but you really made a soldier
Ayy, lay somebody for ya
And I wish a nigga would like yo' drink gon' need a coaster
Hey! Like a locomotive
You would train me on the daily just to get me where I′m goin′
Lady with a drive that's crazy
So I had to get my toe into the door and now I′m rollin' in the dough: patio

Can you not see that I be that
Nigga that′s stickin' around like feedback?
So relax
Picture me givin′ the crown to these wack MCs
Whimper when I'm around because, "He snap and reac"

I snicker and clown about them
They sicker? I highly doubt 'em
A killer, a body found in the river? I prob′ly drowned ′em
An infinite body count

And I'm ignorant, I be shoutin′
My image is Ali routin' the quickest hit, I be wylin′
I'm finna make mommy proud because

Mama told me to be a doctor (nyoom, ayy)
I ain′t never have enough patience
Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got no class, and I'm dangerous
Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow)
Raisin' every bar that they came with (yeah)
Mama told me to be employed, but
I put in the work just to say this

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yuh, look (yeah)

My mama said I would make it, said, "Lex, just have faith" (yup)
So I had faith, and halfway, got mad, great
I don′t shoot for nothin′ 'cause I ain′t gettin' no bad case (no)
My shooter keep that thang tucked, like he up in a drag race

Huh, um
No hyping none of my ′libs (no!)
Problem with my shit? No problem driving by where you live (uh-huh)
These rappers my seeds, they act hyper? They gettin' hit
But I ain′t Kat Williams, I am not fightin' none of you kids (woo!)

My mic could save crowds (what?), mic could fade clowns (ooh)
We homeward bound, me and my Micheal J. hounds
I had that block spinnin' like- (brr, ding!)
Huh, it′s a microwave now (ooh)

When I got mad figures, uh-huh (what?)
And I made this money from my decisions, uh-huh (what?)
So when all these haters wanna be baitin′ me
Waiting, the top has vacancy
And gratefully, that's where I will be sittin′ because my!

Mama told me to be a doctor (nyoom, ayy)
I ain't never have enough patience
Mama told me to be a scholar (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got no class, and I′m dangerous
Mama told me to be a lawyer! (Yee, yee, wow)
Raisin' every bar that they came with (yeah)
Mama told me to be employed, but
I put in the work just to say this

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mama, I made it
Whoa (whoa), whoa-whoa
Mama, I made it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah!