"We Made It (Outro)" lyrics

"We Made It (Outro)"

Yeah, you seen so much, you've been through it all, and the vibration and the, and the frequency was so different and the, from the era
That we stood on
You know what I mean?
30 years
Do or die for me was
Rather be dead if I can't live how I wanna live
And I want to live but so many of my loved ones died
Who else going to carry on tradition?
Word up, man, I'm here, baby

Cuban link built
Sleep on satin silk quilts
Spinnin' through them blocks where me and half a mill chilled
Had fist brawls before Phil got killed
Livin' piss poor, learned to deal with that filth
Lips got sealed, old wounds got healed
Groomed to gettin' money, got in-tuned and I peeled
Left my mark to success, I start
Then that rap game came
I perfected my art
Impressive with the smarts
Already had the heart
Deadly with them darts, movin' steady on the charts
Bred by them sharks, give cred to the Narcs
'Cause I found my lane, pulled up and I parked
Peep my style, got a ego how?
Wiggled out the way, I don't need no trial
I don't want no beef
Only here so I can eat
I guess them streets kept a nigga on his feet

Always walk light, but hit hard
School to keep antennas up and stay under the radar
I made it
If you're hearin' this right now, you made it
We programmed to keep it pushin', no pausin', never stop, never give up, never quit
Respect
Make today count
Until we meet again


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