We ain’t supposed to be here
Never thought we see it
Now we living proof
Tell the world to believe it, yeah
Congratulations
Thank God we made it
They told us we was nothing
Now I know they hate it
Round of applause
Round of applause
Congratulations
We beat them odds
Round of applause
Round of applause
Congratulations
We beat them odds
Lecrae
I ain’t supposed to be nothin
But a dope dealer, but a hope killer
Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilo’s
Dropping molly’s in a coke zero
Ashamed of my education
Then I’m finally off probation
Then I quit smoking
Got a wife and kids
And I’m a real father no faking
See, I’m a black man who beat them (odds)
Supposed to be locked up with no (job)
Never should’ve went to college or learned who God is
You add it up
It’s all (odd)
See, I never knew my pops
I been abused
Ran from the cops
I went to school
High on them crops
Wasn’t a thug
Never been shot
Running from God man
Turning my back
Never would of made it, Marvin Sapp
But He opened up my eyes and I can’t look back
While they look surprised
I just tip my cap
Yeah He did it
He did it
He changed me and I’m with it
He made me what I’m supposed to be
You get close to me
You might get it
B.o.B
I ain’t even spos’ to be here
I ain’t even spos’ to be livin
The world is set up for me to be dead broke
And somewhere locked up in prison
Yeah, I know they be watchin’
Yeah, I know they be listenin’
Yeah, I know that hip hop police is probably plotting for me to be missing
And cover it up with the cliche okey doke
And blame it on the pain pill overdose
From the city where they love to hate
But I still got love for my homies tho
Cause they don’t want to see us ball out
But we do it anyway
Got a mil’ in the bank
Another two up in the safe
Cause I do it everday
Know, know me ain’t no roomies in the A
All they say that is I could’ve fool in the A
Don’t assume anything
I’m a fool with the pay
I’ll be goon till your day
I’m supposed to be dead or in jail right now
But instead, I’m sharing my gift with the world
Lecrae
Now she used to strip at Onyx
Working her way through college
Tryna put food in her son’s mouth
On a pole for them dollars
She was looking for some solace
Told the Lord, I promise
I’m heading to the hills with my heels on
Where the feels ain’t a touch to the billfolds
No copping feels from no Uncle Phil’s
Just Phil Jackson coach her
And get her out that game where they losing they dignityF
or a Coach purse
No skirts
Just “skrr”
Found another way around a real worth
And left that fine establishment
It’s like her whole life is having a growth
Spurt
She out the game and they hate it
Mad at her she made it (haters)
They ain’t nothing but some shellfish in a bucket
Probably get crabs if you touch it
Now she graduated from college
Scratch that
Graduated with honors
Little man got a little cap and gown
Look at him matching his mama
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