Akua Naru - Made It lyrics
[Akua Naru - Made It lyrics]
Shout out to all my niggas that die laughing
This one's for y'all to give
Me your gums when y'all crackin' up
Now Mama been church
yet she's still talkin' (Say)
Whoever made that sweet potato pie
Girl you put in that work (yeah)
One time for my sisters on IG doin' the most
(Doin' the most) two times for my sisters in
Real life doin' the most
(Doin' the most, yeah)
Three time I watch you pack that weed
Though you wanna scratch it though
(Scratch it though) oh, brother
Don't hurt nobody with the bootleg gators on
At the club screamin' mama, I made it
The way is always over the
Path paved and royal
The true king's heart shows in
The face of misfortune
Crown heavy, but it's a fight to get it off
And who the fuck wants that?
You all best proceed with, uh
People of the slum, we dance and pay homage
How we please, the gods
We show up regardless when we grind, hips
Slow wine to beat bottles
Do it for the vine, for well, Blue Carter
The foot meets the sword of concrete
The red carpet
Stony been the road we trudgin', brothers
Know what I'm sayin'?
Stomp is the animal roar, fuck all silence
Noise from all sides, it hurts to stay quiet
Loud been the pain, the joy is pure riot
Rightful on your spine, keep
Going, it's so high, yo
Black woman magic, snatch souls upon arrival
When the five-foot strikes back in Carolina
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Made it, oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it (Oh)
Uh, let every glass raise
We toast in the face of pain
Bittersweet, the wounded sage needed
Some old saying
House of the Rising Sun set at a Spades game
That jump room, that cookout on June days
From the auction block to block parties on
Electric slide, Mama just put on the O'Jays
Show up fly as Pretty Ricky
What they call me? No matter
Twenty-four carat or fool's gold chain
Under the sycamore, lovers lost found
Look for shade mahogany lips, whisper
Trying to rekindle a old flame
So we can flaunt when we reflect
On love in old age and say we made it like
Ruby Dee and Ossie Dave
Like Coltrane's Naima, pure as raw cane
Sugar, come on, yes, Lord
When them horns play up on the comms
Storms haunted by the soul slave
When daughters of the dust return home
When the chorus singin'
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Made it, oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (yeah, I said)
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Now tell the world, y'all
Took me a while but I made it (I made it)
Now get your hands up, come on
Rock with with it right now
Mama, I made it (I made it) alright
Y'all gonna cry 'cause I made it (We made it)
Nod your head to it
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Took me a while but I made it (I made it)
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Yeah, I said Mama I, come on we made it
This one's for y'all to give
Me your gums when y'all crackin' up
Now Mama been church
yet she's still talkin' (Say)
Whoever made that sweet potato pie
Girl you put in that work (yeah)
One time for my sisters on IG doin' the most
(Doin' the most) two times for my sisters in
Real life doin' the most
(Doin' the most, yeah)
Three time I watch you pack that weed
Though you wanna scratch it though
(Scratch it though) oh, brother
Don't hurt nobody with the bootleg gators on
At the club screamin' mama, I made it
The way is always over the
Path paved and royal
The true king's heart shows in
The face of misfortune
Crown heavy, but it's a fight to get it off
And who the fuck wants that?
You all best proceed with, uh
People of the slum, we dance and pay homage
How we please, the gods
We show up regardless when we grind, hips
Slow wine to beat bottles
Do it for the vine, for well, Blue Carter
The foot meets the sword of concrete
The red carpet
Stony been the road we trudgin', brothers
Know what I'm sayin'?
Stomp is the animal roar, fuck all silence
Noise from all sides, it hurts to stay quiet
Loud been the pain, the joy is pure riot
Rightful on your spine, keep
Going, it's so high, yo
Black woman magic, snatch souls upon arrival
When the five-foot strikes back in Carolina
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Made it, oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it (Oh)
Uh, let every glass raise
We toast in the face of pain
Bittersweet, the wounded sage needed
Some old saying
House of the Rising Sun set at a Spades game
That jump room, that cookout on June days
From the auction block to block parties on
Electric slide, Mama just put on the O'Jays
Show up fly as Pretty Ricky
What they call me? No matter
Twenty-four carat or fool's gold chain
Under the sycamore, lovers lost found
Look for shade mahogany lips, whisper
Trying to rekindle a old flame
So we can flaunt when we reflect
On love in old age and say we made it like
Ruby Dee and Ossie Dave
Like Coltrane's Naima, pure as raw cane
Sugar, come on, yes, Lord
When them horns play up on the comms
Storms haunted by the soul slave
When daughters of the dust return home
When the chorus singin'
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Made it, oh)
Y'all finna cry 'cause I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (Oh)
Took me a while but I made it (Oh)
Mama, I made it (yeah, I said)
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Now tell the world, y'all
Took me a while but I made it (I made it)
Now get your hands up, come on
Rock with with it right now
Mama, I made it (I made it) alright
Y'all gonna cry 'cause I made it (We made it)
Nod your head to it
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Took me a while but I made it (I made it)
Mama, I made it (I made it)
Yeah, I said Mama I, come on we made it