I Made It

I remember I ain't have no where to go
I was starving in the streets
LA had me feeling defeat
40 days and 40 nights I had to get it right

Up and down in this town
Told mamma I had to go
Packed my bags, and let it go
Lost crib, all my money and half my mind

I was Riding in La with a blunt in my hand
Searching for the promise land
Instead I took a L

Slept in Places where bed bugs was at
Gun shots every night
I almost lost my life
South CENTRAL wasn't right

Either sell dope rap or go to fucking jail
Die in these streets and end up in hell
I was trying to not to cry
I wanted to feel alive

So I wrote 90 pages on a script
Called that shit DIE LITT
All most had my way out

Sleeping at my niggas couch
Smoking weed in a condo right by Redondo
He told me sell cocaine or rap

I tried to wait it out
Close the deal
Get my bag, make the movie
And win the game

But I couldn't really think
Porn stars, beach broads
Had a nigga losing focus
They said I wasn't ready

So I packed my bags and left
So I packed my bags and left
So I packed my bags and left

I wake up every morning
Thanking god that I made it
That I made it
I wake up every morning
Thanking god that I made it
That I made it

I wake up every morning
Thanking god that I made it
That I made it
I wake up every morning
Thanking god that I made it
That I made it

It's a celebration
It's a celebration
Pop the bottle and pour the wine
Khali made his dreams come true

Did everything they said I couldn't do
Even when my friends and family gave up on me
I still saw it through
Look at the smile on my face

I'm a star like the wraith
Crowed surfin at my shows
Collecting all these bands
Can't even count them in my hand
Hotels getting angry cause my weed to loud
All the freaky little girls wanna put it in they mouth
They wanna put it in they mouth
Imma put it yo mouth



Credits
Writer(s): James Kollie
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