Made It

Mama I made it (x8)

Off the block
No more rocks
No more ducking dodging the cops
No more early morning door knocks
Fuck the district attorney and the cops
Ima buy your Benz off the lot
Fully loaded with the t-top
Hand you keys to your new loft
When you see it your heart is gon drop

No more pleasing to finish a car
I'm still smoking on dope with the stars
No skinny sticks and pogars
No more Nikes Versace my art
Whole family riding foreign cars
Courtesy to my guala papa
Outta trace so I can not get caught
Im touring the world tryna put us all on

No more hustling running the cars
I rap now give a round of applause
Went to prison I brushed that shit off
It taught me a lot now it's time to take off
Niggas ain't seen the shit that I saw
Or been on the roads that a nigga done crossed
I paid the cost to be boss
Now that I'm up ain't no going off

(X8)