I Made It (Album Version (Edited))

I told you Ms. Carter... Here we are Verse 1 Momma, I made it You know how I do it like The DOC do it, I fly through it That's how I operate, momma, I made it Ghetto like the grease when you getting ya hair braided Sweeter than ya sister Kool-Aid is Hooray It's the underdog now my feet On the desk I'm the Presidential favorite Can't believe I got away with My earliest stages to being on stages Having my way with the world, congratulations Your baby boy's a made man I'm a hold the fam down like three generations I'm talking when spaceships are around and ya great-great grands Reminiscing bout the foundation you gave em For repairing my relationship with my pops before he passed All I ask is you raise your glass in this celebration Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world My inspiration thanks for the information Chorus Momma I made it... momma I made it Verse 2 Out in BK where It ain't everyday that you make it out Be on top of yachts waving I remember you saving for the light bill, paid the rent with the light bill Now our crib dark as a basement Had to lock up the phone when you wasn't home We was communicating like the money you made wasn't basic Our cable was basic no HBO, WHT, just Ralph McDaniels on the station I aggravated you for Atari and ColecoVision pinstripe Lee's When the first day of school came in I was okay with not having everything Long as Saturdays you had the Commodores playing The expression on your face was priceless 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 Chorus Momma I made it... momma I made it Verse 3 Now your lil misfit make sure every day is Christmas, write out your wish list 6's, wrist is glistening you don't even like jewels But you could get missing anywhere you like to Where the waters light blue, anything you order Sign it to your nice room leave a extra tip, ma Be extra nice to 'em CEO of Carter Foundation, wow I know pop 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 your husband and I'm only your son I told you one day I'd get you a home I didn't know it could possibly be in Rome Told me don't wait on nobody, get your own So with me myself and my microphone, I made it Chorus Momma I made it... momma I made it