Letras
Every day I thank the Lord for these blessings We up like the Jetsons
That nigga be textin, I get every message I done seen the rest quit, this was manifested
Buy my momma a house, fuck a macaroni necklace I done made it, no more makin' payments
My money's so long, that my bitch tried to braid it My savings a family, reunion for Ben Franklin
All my exes like, that's a nigga I should've stayed with, I got it
Came up from the bottom like a fossil Eatin' good, my nigga's awful, y'all just awful
Diamonds on freeze, soundin' like before a cop shoot
Actually inspire these, niggas, see I am not you All my niggas with me, all my niggas made
It's the wave, you ain't gettin' money, then you in the way
Dollar signs tatted on my eyes, behind these Cartier's when I die
I'mma flex on God, put it in my grave Look, momma, I done made
Ray bands, cuz a nigga stay faded Yeah, look, Momma, I'mma make it
Prove em wrong, they was sayin' that I ain't shit
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Say Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma I'm momma imma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
I said Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
Momma, I'mma make it
For all of the trials and tribulations Trials and beaten cases
Cobras with smiling faces Overnight and the day shifts
Good graces, a nigga gracious The crib is spacious
The patience, discrimination It motivated, this is for when they hated
Gave them songs they ain't play it balled it up yelling Kobe
And threw it in sanitation Every woman I courted
Of course they never supported They didn't believe the vision
Divided them out the story For every open mic I did
Knowing it was rigged For every time I left the state
For work, missing my kids For all the burials
For my partners that should be here Now that I got a table
We eatin, pull up a chair We here
In the newest edition like Johnny Gill No fear, no more red final notices on the bill
Bet it on myself and won it all at the end
Cuz what I do with a pen I can buy my momma a crib
R.I.P. Beverly, now we up in Beverly Hills No more trapping, we ain't gotta move like Sugarhill
No more section, they don't be ashamed of where you live
Pull up in a Ferrari, throw the keys and say it's theirs
Hating is really the insecurities, of confidence
My brain says take over the world, fuck all that pondering
If the sky's the limit, I'll move a million a minute
Find a galaxy, chill out with Quill and become a guardian
No ceiling, go get it Opportunity waits for no nigga
Momma, I'ma make it