Текст песни Made It - Akua Naru

Shout out to all my niggas that die laughing
This one's for y'all to give me your gums when y'all crackin' up
Now Mama been [?] church, yet she's still talkin' (Say)
Whoever made that sweet potato pie, girl you put in that work (Yeah)
One time for my sisters on IG doin' the most (Doin' the most)
Two times for my sisters in real life
Doin' the most (Doin' the most) (Yeah)
Three time I watch you pack that weed though
You wanna scratch it though (Scratch it though)
Oh, brother, don't hurt nobody with the bootleg gators on
At the club screamin'
Mama, I made it

The way is always over path paved and royal
The true king's heart shows in the face of misfortune
Crown heavy, but it's a fight to get it off
And who the fuck wants that? You all best proceed with, uh
People of the slum, we dance and pay homage
How we please the gods, we show up regardless
When we grind, hips, slow wine to beat bottles
Do it for the vine, for well, Blue Carter
The foot meets the sword of concrete, the red carpet
Stony been the road we trudgin', brothers, know what I'm sayin'?
Stomp is the animal roar, fuck all silence
Noise from all sides, it hurts to stay quiet
Loud been the pain, the joy is pure riot
Rightful on your spine, keep going, it's so high, yo
Black woman magic, snatch souls upon arrival
When the five-foot multi strikes back in Carolina

Mama, I made it (Ooh) (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Made it, made it) (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Made it, oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it (Ooh, I made it)

Uh, let every glass raise, we toast in the face of pain
Bittersweet, the wounded sage needed some old saying
House of the Rising Sun set at a Spades game (Yeah, yeah)
That jump room, that cookout on June days
From the auction block to block parties on all stages
Electric slide, Mama just put on the O'Jays
Show up fly as Pretty Ricky, what they call me?
No matter, twenty-four carat or fool's gold chain
Under the sycamore, lovers lost found, look for shade
Mahogany lips, whisper, trying to rekindle a old flame
So we can flaunt when we reflect on love in old age
And say we made it like Ruby Dee and Ossie Dave
Like Coltrane's Naima, pure as raw cane
Sugar, come on, yes, Lord, when them horns play
Up on the comms, storms haunted by the soul slave
When daughters of the dust return home, when the chorus singin'

Mama, I made it
Ooh, oh mama (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it
Took me a while (Oh)
Mama, I made it
I did it in style, I took a while (Oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it
Y'all can applaud, gonna flaunt, Lord, Lord (Oh)
Mama, I made it
Ooh yeah, oh Mama (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it
Don't you know your baby made it, yes I did (Oh)
Mama, I made it
Oh oh (Yeah, I said)

Mama, I made it
Mama, Mama, Mama, I made it (Now tell the world, y'all)
Took me a while but I made it
Ooh, yeah (Now get your hands up,
Come on, rock with with it right now)
Mama, I made it
Yeah
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it
Took me a while, oh Mama (Nod you head to it)
Mama, I made it
I made it, Mama, yeah
Took me a while but I made it (Nigga)
Woo, oh Mama, Mama, ain't you proud? Yeah
Mama, I made it (Yeah, I said Mama I, come on)
Oh yeah, Mama, I made it, yeah