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(Hitmaka) Yeah Came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Have a good time, the whole town show up Money coming fast, hope it never slow up I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up Stood solid, never let niggas ho us I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Show your credentials, who you akin to? (That's it) Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? (Uh-huh) Hit you on your records, you sounding very high (Uh-huh) But what you done did the nigga can verify (Uh) No corroboration, ain't no conversation Just a bunch of a cap mixed with a lot of hating Went from hand to hand at the serving station To making a hundred and fifty grand just off day training And man, we know you ain't did the shit you said there Where I come from, you end up a dead man Playing 'round, where a nigga die for staying down The neighborhood we can't build it faster than they tear it down Letras de cancionesBlack man fire, and homie, I hear sirens White police firing, homie, and they silent Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school, damn Have a good time, the whole town show up Money coming fast, hope it never slow up I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up Stood solid, never let niggas ho us I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Body took a minute but we got it in (21) Lost a couple M's, lost a couple friends (On God) Gotta take some losses if you wanna win Disrespect, it's damn near mandatory that we gotta spin (Brrt) Tryna hibernate, we give his nest the kin (21) Encore, fuck it, hit they block again (On God) I embrace the struggle 'cause I understand Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a fucking man (21) Living by the code, I don't talk to police (Never) Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (Pussy) Rapping like I'm preaching, all my bars holy You flexing for the 'Gram, that is not your Rollie (21) Pockets overweight and all my opps bony (Facts) Sucker shit or hater shit, I'm not condoning (Never) See it in your eyes, all your love phony (21) Stabbed me in my back and then he tried to bro me (21) Have a good time, the whole town show up Money coming fast, hope it never slow up I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up Stood solid, never let niggas ho us I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Research information [?] (I am) I'm bending knees searching for my life's purpose (Amen) Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? (No) You're mistaken and most churches is exortion What the Bible say 'bout faith without work? Huh (Damn) You can still do everything right and get murked, huh Think to support education they ain't learn (Uh-huh) Still hate, got 'em killing and they turnt (Go) Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle (Like who?) Like Bankroll Fresh and the king [?] Doe B [?] Dead soul summer, camouflage back in the day Then there was Dolla, Lil Snupe, triple X, and Mac Dre Man, every day a blessing, learned that shit from hustle Don't take that shit for granted, do yourself some damage In a mansion with expensive granite tryna understand it Have a good time, the whole town show up Money coming fast, hope it never slow up I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up Stood solid, never let niggas ho us I done came a long way to make it here Gotta thank God that I made it here I did the prayer 'fore Sierra ever did that prayer I said, "Lord, send me a n**** that don't hit me in the eye on Friday, and got a job, and can read" And I got one I met my husband And he wasn't gon' let me, he wasn't gon' let me fuckin' sell dope And at the time I was a check forger for the rest of the league got on the check forgin' game And he was just a Christian n****, he wanted everything to go right Fucked around and, I fell in love with him and got a job at McDonald's, [?] Road for four dollars and twenty-seven cents an hour I'm like, "Who the fuck do this shit?" This is whacker than a motherfucker "Is this what Jesus told you n****s to do, to work for four dollars and twenty-five cents an hour and y'all ain't stealin' shit?" So you know me, I started stealin' from McDonald's, n**** As I ring you up, I rung you out Fuck y'all laughing at? From Letras Mania