Momma I made it Yall know how I do when the Doc do it I fly thru it That's how I operated Momma I made it Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid is Hooray is the underdog Now my feet under desk It's the presidential favorite Can't believe I got away with my earlier stages Being on stages Having my way with Congratulations Ya baby boy's a made man I'm a hold the fam down at least 3 generations I'm talking when spaceships are around And ya great, great grands Reminiscing about foundation you gave em For repairing my relationship with my pops before he passed All I ask is you raise your glass for this celebration Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world My inspiration, thanks for the information
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Momma I made it..
Verse Two
I'm in BK where It ain't everyday that you make it out To be on top of yachts waving I remember you saving for the light bill Paid the rent with the light bill Now my crib dark as a basement And you'd lock up the phone when you wasn't home We was communicating like the money you made wasn't basic Our cable was basic No HBO, no WHT Just Ralph McDaniels on the station I aggravated you for Atari and Coleco Vision Pinstripe Lee's when the 1st day of school came I was ok with not having everything as long as Saturdays You had the Commodores playing The expression on your face is priceless It's still with me till this day Baby girl I won't erase it I go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made You deserve a standing ovation Momma I made it
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Verse Three
Now your lil misfit makes sure everyday is Christmas Write out your wish list Sixes, wrist is glistening You don't even like jewels But you can missing anywhere you like to Where the water's light blue Anything you order, sign it to your nice room Leave an extra tip Ma Be extra nice to em CEO Carter Foundation Wow, I know pop's looking down I know Colleek some where up in the clouds Like go get em Grandma, make me proud Didn't have a man in the house so you made one So I act like ya husband and I'm only ya son I told you one day I'll get you a home But I didn't know it would possibly be in Rome She told me don't wait on nobody Get your own so with me myself & my microphone I made it.
Compositor: Jay-zPublicado em 2006ECAD verificado fonograma #13234169 em 22/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM