Mama I Made It (#MIMI)

Mama, I made it
Happy belated

I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it! (And scream Mama, I made it!)
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!)
Happy belated (happy belated) (mama, I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (they call me the greatest) (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it

Mama ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to make you proud
I know I put you through a lot of shit
I'm sorry the calling was loud but you, you let me drop out of school
All of your friends used to call you a fool
Now when I go home I pull up in a coupé
And ask all my lawyer cousins what it do?
What it do? How you feel?

You like my car? Check the grill
Don't worry I got it, I paid the bill
The papers is lyin', I just made a mill
But aye, I should play you my new song with Talib
Man, that shit is sounding amazing and I

I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it! (And scream Mama, I made it!)
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!)
Happy belated (happy belated) (mama, I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (they call me the greatest) (uh huh)

I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it (mama, I made it!)
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!)
Happy belated (happy belated) (mama, I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (they call me the greatest) (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it (mama, I made it!)

Eish, mama, I just read the papers
They wrote a whole lot of fake stuff
I hope that it didn't affect you
We got this far through the power of prayer

Mama, I'm finally famous
That's why they're trying to break us
We broke the rules so they hate us
These motherfuckers is feeling the vapours
Eish! Sorry for swearing mama, I don't mean to disrespect you
It's just that I hate it when my fame gets to affect you
Mare ge anyway, I hope that you good, I love you
Your son is a star and they hatin' and I

I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it! (And scream Mama, I made it!)
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!)
Happy belated (happy belated) (mama, I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (they call me the greatest) (uh huh)

I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!) (squad)
Mama, I made it! (Mama, I made it!) (squad)
Happy belated (happy belated) (mama, I made it for real)
They call me the greatest (they call me the greatest) (uh huh)
I drop the top to the Porsche and I stick out my head and scream
Mama, I made it (and scream Mama, I made it!)

You would think that we chilling at a office park
But we just chilling at my home
Only on my second album
And I'm about to fill The Dome (hey!)
Niggas out here tryna fight with me
A nigga should be taking notes
Aye, nigga I done went platinum before you niggas went gold