Jay-ZI Made It [Clean]

I told you Ms. Carter, here we are Momma, I made it You know how I do when the Doc do it I fly through it, that's how I operated Momma, I made it Ghetto like the grease when you gettin' your hair braided Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid is Hooray, it's the underdog now, my feet under desk I'm the presidential favorite Can't believe I got away with my earlier stages To bein' on stages, havin' my way with the world Congratulations, your baby boy's a made man I'ma hold the fam down at least 3 generations I'm talkin' when spaceships are around And your great great grands Reminiscin' about foundation you gave 'em For repairin' my relationship with my pops before he passed All I ask is you raise your glass in this celebration Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world My inspiration, thanks for the information Momma, I made it Momma, I made it Home became where it ain't everyday that you make it out To be on top of yachts wavin' I remember you savin' for the light bill Paid the rent with a light bill Now our crib dark as a basement Had to lock up the phone when you wasn't home We was communicatin' like the money you made wasn't basic Our cable was basic, no HBO, WHT Just Ralph McDaniels on the station I aggravated you for Atari and ColecoVision Pinstripe Lee's when the first day of school came And I was okay with not havin' everything Long as Saturdays you had The Commodores playin' The expression on your face was priceless It's still with me 'til this day, baby girl, I won't erase it I go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made You deserve a standin' ovation Momma, I made it Momma, I made it Momma, I made it Now your lil' misfit makes sure every day is Christmas Write out your wishlist, sixes, wrist is glistenin' You don't even like jewels But you can missin' anywhere you like to Where the water's light blue Anything you order, sign it to your nice room Leave a extra tip, Ma, be extra nice to 'em CEO, Carter Foundation Wow, I know Pop lookin' down I know Colleek somewhere up in the clouds Like, "Go get 'em, Grandma, make me proud” Didn't have a man in the house, so you made one So I act like your husband and I'm only your son I told you one day, I'll get you a home I didn't know it would possibly be in Rome Told me don't wait on nobody, get your own So with me, myself and my microphone, I made it Momma, I made it Momma, I made it
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