Made It?
Do this for my culture
I'm a product
Of the Southside
Champion my home
Eight hundred
Yes I'm from
That side
Turn my head
One second
Oh my lord
It's gentrified
Shit don't look
The same
But memories
From my old side
No I got drug ties
No I got no street ties
Church service eleven
Collar shirts
With a neck tie
Got an older age
Let us casually dress
In levi's
Sagging like a plumber
Where's the belt
She whoop my backside
Momma at the pulpit
Singing hymns
Oh my
After church
We waiting
Cause the conversations
Won't die
Sister this
Deacon that
Hungry over this side
Bite my nails
Until the skin bleeds
I need food please
Oven been on
Since nine
On three fifty
By the time
We make it home
It's litty
Pass my plate please
Plate one
Plate two
Eff it
For the trinity
Skinny nigga
Eat obese
Metabolism
Best in me
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Class of O seven
Capital University
My
Alma mater
Got me a degree
Such a good life
FASFA money came through
But life hit me in O five
Sister died in February
Oh my
Lord why?
Back to school
I went though
Tears I used
Hide those
Tough as nails
In front of you
But weak as
Seven days though
Lost my way
Along with many friends
Cause I was cutthroat
Blamed my struggles
On her death
Lord said
That's a no no
Immature I was bro
Arguments with step bro
Caused a ton
Of friction
We were different
Trying same clothes
Meaning all those years
We grew together
Being the same
Was only cause
My parents thought
That was the thing
But it was not ours
Once I graduated
I had dreams
That weren't mines at all
Say that
Cause my dreams
Had their limits
Can't live those at all
Pride comes before the fall
Flat on my face
Gripping my balls
Such a rebel
With no cause
Jesus catch my fall
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
I'm a product
Of the Southside
Champion my home
Eight hundred
Yes I'm from
That side
Turn my head
One second
Oh my lord
It's gentrified
Shit don't look
The same
But memories
From my old side
No I got drug ties
No I got no street ties
Church service eleven
Collar shirts
With a neck tie
Got an older age
Let us casually dress
In levi's
Sagging like a plumber
Where's the belt
She whoop my backside
Momma at the pulpit
Singing hymns
Oh my
After church
We waiting
Cause the conversations
Won't die
Sister this
Deacon that
Hungry over this side
Bite my nails
Until the skin bleeds
I need food please
Oven been on
Since nine
On three fifty
By the time
We make it home
It's litty
Pass my plate please
Plate one
Plate two
Eff it
For the trinity
Skinny nigga
Eat obese
Metabolism
Best in me
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Class of O seven
Capital University
My
Alma mater
Got me a degree
Such a good life
FASFA money came through
But life hit me in O five
Sister died in February
Oh my
Lord why?
Back to school
I went though
Tears I used
Hide those
Tough as nails
In front of you
But weak as
Seven days though
Lost my way
Along with many friends
Cause I was cutthroat
Blamed my struggles
On her death
Lord said
That's a no no
Immature I was bro
Arguments with step bro
Caused a ton
Of friction
We were different
Trying same clothes
Meaning all those years
We grew together
Being the same
Was only cause
My parents thought
That was the thing
But it was not ours
Once I graduated
I had dreams
That weren't mines at all
Say that
Cause my dreams
Had their limits
Can't live those at all
Pride comes before the fall
Flat on my face
Gripping my balls
Such a rebel
With no cause
Jesus catch my fall
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
Look back
On those days
Good or bad
Yeah
I am so amazed
I'm still here
Yeah
Life is what
You make it
I feel it
Yeah
So let's make
A toast
Cause we made it
Yeah
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Writer(s): Devin Thomas
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