We Made It - Stro, John Ibe

Always told you you should never doubt me

Now I graduated with some Spanish wisdom

Now my pockets looking like a condom penetrating panties

Man this a revolution

Guess I overloaded in my ammunition

My accomplishments is write in hieroglyphics

Even mummies want to get a picture with me

I want high profit, I’m a high prophet

That’s a hot hand just like an eagle’s eye

Or a skydive, I don’t see why

Bitches will tell you they love you then push you aside

For a nigga that fuck ‘em then push ‘em aside

For another then go undercover with two different lovers

No rubbers, and love ‘em like mothers

Man, causes for killing, they probable

Too many opps, that’s an obstacle

I make impossible possible

All these people diabolical

Me I’m an angel in heaven, I hate Armageddon

I talk to my reverend, he say that I’m giving out lessons

Tellin' people they don’t need weapons

Tellin' people how to see progression

Tellin' people how to beat the message

Tellin' people that the right moves and the wrong moves make a different exit

I’m just praying that I keep my leverage

Tell your niggas they should count they blessings

Cause them same blessings disappear in seconds

Man we made it, man we made it

All the haters separated

I just want to tell my mama I made it

Man we made it, man we made it

Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it

I know we made it, I swear we made it

I know we made it

Man we made it, man we made it

I know we made it

Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it

Yeah, yeah, uh

You know you made it when people you never met claim you related

And bitches you never met claiming you dated

And niggas you came up with claiming you traded

You cannot be faded

I got a beat then I ate it

Grade A, moving like the Matrix

Fuck all that Twitter beef, we cannot be bacon

Flow motivating, you need it, just play this

I’m a player, I might need some datas

Niggas is haters, ghetto what made us

Stayed out the streets, fucked with the beats

FedEx with the flex, delivering heat

Ooh, better than you

Crew move like we got somethin' to prove

School, I used to sit with the goons

Now they got records, me I got tunes

Man we made it, man we made it

Victory on the way, I can taste it

Man this is nothing to me, this is basic

Even my basic shit is still amazing

Kicking down all the doors

Come in and blazing

Radio stations put this in rotation

People be frontin' but we stay impatient

'Cause they gon' look back and realize we the greatest, yeah

Man we made it, man we made it

All the haters separated

I just want to tell my mama I made it

Man we made it, man we made it

Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it

I know we made it, I swear we made it

I know we made it

Man we made it, man we made it

I know we made it

Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it