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Mama I Made It
Cassper Nyovest
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Mama I made it, happy belated
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I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it" (Squad, oh no)
Mama I made it (squad yo, yo, yo)
Happy belated (Mama I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche
And I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it"
Mama ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to make you proud
I know I put you through a lot of shit, I'm sorry the calling was loud
But you, you let me drop out of school
All of your friends used to call you a fool
Now when I go home I pull up in a coupe
And ask all my lawyer cousins what it do
What it do? How you feel?
You like my car? Check the grille
Don't worry I got it, I'll pay the bill
The papers is lyin', I just made a mill
But aye, I should play you my new song with Talib, man that shit is sounding amazing (and I)
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it" (Oh no)
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Mama I made it (yo, yo yo)
Happy belated (Mama I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche
And I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it" (Squad, oh no)
Mama I made it (squad, yo, yo, yo)
Happy belated (Mama I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche
And I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it"
Eish, mama I just read the papers
They wrote a whole lot of fake stuff
I hope that it didn't affect you
We got this far through the power of prayer
Mama I'm finally famous
That's why they're trying to break us
We broke the rules so they hate us
These motherfuckers is feeling the vapors
Eish! Sorry for swearing mama, I don't mean to disrespect you
It's just that I hate it when my fame gets to affect you
Mare ge anyway, I hope that you good
I love you, your son is a star and they're hating (and I)
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it" (Oh no)
Mama I made it (yo, yo, yo),
Happy belated (Mama I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche
And I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it" (Squad, oh no)
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Mama I made it (squad, yo, yo, yo)
Happy belated (Mama I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche
And I stick out my head and scream "Mama I made it"
You would think that we chilling at the office park
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When we're just chilling at my home
Only on my second album and I'm about to
Fill the dome (hey!)
Niggas out here tryna fight with me
A nigga should be taking notes
Aye, nigga I done went platinum before you niggas went gold
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