[Intro]
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Hey mazel tov and all that good stuff man
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This is for all my folks who got legal jobs
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We beat the odds, you feel me?
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[Hook]
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We ainĄ¯t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
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Congratulations, thank God we made it
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They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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[Verse 1]
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I ainĄ¯t supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer
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Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kiloĄ¯s
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Dropping mollyĄ¯s in a coke zero
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Ashamed of my education, then IĄ¯m finally off probation
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Then I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and IĄ¯m a real father no faking
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See IĄ¯m a black man who beat them odds
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Supposed to be locked up with no job
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Never should of went to college or learned who God is
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You add it up itĄ¯s all odd
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See I never knew my pop
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I been abused, ran from the cops
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I went to school high on them crops
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WasnĄ¯t a thug, never been shot
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Running from God man turning my back
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Never would of made it, Marvin Sapp
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But He opened up my eyes and I canĄ¯t look back
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While they look surprised, I just took my cap
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Yeah he did it, he did it
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He changed me and IĄ¯m with it
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He made me what IĄ¯m supposed to be
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You get close to me, you might get it
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[Hook]
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We ainĄ¯t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
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Congratulations, thank God we made it
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They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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[Interlude]
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IĄ¯m supposed to be dead or in jail right now
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But instead, IĄ¯m sharing my gift with the world
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[Verse 2]
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Now she used to strip at Onyx
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Working her way through college
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Tryna put food in her sonĄ¯s mouth
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On a pole for them dollars
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She was looking for some solace
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Told the Lord, I promise.. IĄ¯m heading to the hills with my heels on
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Where the feels ainĄ¯t a touch to the billfolds
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No copping feels from no Uncle PhilĄ¯s, just Phil Jackson coach her
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And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse
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No skirts just Ą°skrrĄą, found another way around a real worth
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And left that fine establishment
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TtĄ¯s like her whole life is having a growth spurt
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She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it
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They ainĄ¯t nothing but some shellfish in a bucket
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Probably get crabs if you touch it
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Now she graduated from college ? scratch that ? graduated with honors
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Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah!
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[Hook]
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We ainĄ¯t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
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Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
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Congratulations, thank God we made it
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They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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Round of applause, round of applause
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Congratulations, we beat them odds
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Round Of Applause
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Lecrae |