Made In America (Feat. Frank Ocean)

Sweet King Martin Sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm Sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary Sweet Father Joseph, Sweet Jesus We made it in America Sweet Baby Jesus, ooooh oh sweet baby Jesus We made it in America Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America Sweet Baby Jesus, ooooh Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America I told my mama I was on the come up She said you going to school I’ll give you a summer Then she met NO ID and gave me his number 10 years later she driving a Hummer Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay And I’m rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy I guess I’m getting high off my own supply Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic Started a little blog just to get some traffic Old folks’ll tell you not to play in traffic A million hits and the web crashes ? damn! South Park had them all laughing Now all my ni**as designing and we all swaggin’ Ignore the critics just to say we did it This ain’t no fashion show, motherf-cker, we live it I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana Our apple pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer Straight out the kitchen, shh don’t wake Nana! Built a republic, that still stands I’m trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little man’s Or my daughter, so I’m boiling this water The scales was lopsided, I’m just restoring order Hold up, here comes grandma, what’s up YaYa What’s that smell? Oh I’m just boiling some aqua No papa, bad Santa The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners I got my liberty, chopping grams up Street justice, I pray God understand us I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers This is the Star Spangled Banner