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Jay-Z - I Made It lyrics
[Verse One] Momma I made it Ya'll 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 your information [Chorus] Momma I made it [2x] [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 a light bill Now my crib dark as a basement And you'd lock up the 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 first day 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 was 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 [Chorus 3x] [Verse Three] Now your lil misfit makes sure every day is Christmas Write down 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 tube 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 somewhere 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 Momma I made it.... Momma I made it.... [Music slowly fades out] |
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