Look Mama I Did It

Sample: Jesus Is Real by John P. Kee (Ft. New Life Community Choir)

Damn, look, Mama—I did it

This the same boy that was dancing in your kitchen

And in the backseat singing, that’s tradition

We knew that whole Jill Scott down to transitions

Mother’s Day card “Hey Mama” lyrics within it

Got you the pink kicks with the pink ribbon

I want to scream so loud for you

Can you hear it?

Cause I’m so damn proud of you

Can you feel it

A year ago selling shoes trying to get commission

Now making records for the kids that need a vision

Cause I just found some friends that were also sick of wishing

And we cooped up in a dentist office

History was written

Look, Dad—I did it

Yup, look, Dad—I did it

This the same boy that was dancing in your kitchen

And in the back seat singing, that’s tradition

It sucks it took you passing to get me close to my sisters

And my little brother not close enough I admit it

Just sucks when I’m at your funeral and no one knows I existed

And I'm the one with your name man, isn't that twisted?

But I ain’t really tripping, man, that’s family business

Had the same outfit on I graduated in

Cause I heard you were fighting the doctors

And they still made you miss it

And that was down to the shoes

The Stealth Foams, my favorite

Third and last time will be at my first Grammy nomination

Like, look, Dad—I made it

Yup, look, Dad—I made it

This the same boy that was dancing on the pavement

The same kid that was at that hospital waiting

The same kid that ain’t going to stop ’til I’m the greatest

Back against the wall and we came out swinging

This beat is so beautiful I should of came out singing

People kept on doubting and I kept on dreaming

All these doors are opening up and me and them team in

Was dealt a bad hand from the go

But my momma saved my life

Could have got left in the ‘Go

Forget participation trophies man I want the gold

Tasted a little bit success and hell yeah I want more

Trying to be a healthier man for my mini me

Feeling like Luther now, man I miss the skinny me

I don’t ever do much, I guess it’s never too much

Nate hitting y’all with the hooks, man, he’s too clutch

P is the hottest in the game, plus that man that cold

And I’m living proof that you’re never too old

Kids looking up to me now—no pressure

Not a role model but I’ll appreciate your gestures

Don’t expect sh*t given you know you got to take it

Either that or you got to fake it until you make it

That must mean we got it cause we haven’t faked sh*t

Nobody in our lane cause we’re constantly repaving

Like, look, Mama—I make it—look, Mama—I made it

Doing all these shows and got the whole room singing

I’m telling ya’ll this is what victory sounds like

And I’ll be damned if this don’t get the crowd hype

Thanks to every fan who’s shared our sh*t or bought some merch

Never thought I’d see my face on someone’s shirt

Y’all the reason Imma go hard until it hurts

Took you to the Dentist Office, now we took you to church