WE MADE IT lyrics

by

Chris Brown


[Intro: Kid Lucre]
Yeah, woo, aye
Lucre, Nahmir
You already know how it's supposed to go

[Hook: YBN Nahmir]
My mom tatted on my arm, 'cause she mean a lot
I ain't never had no dad, never had no pops
I was always on that block, clutching on that Glock
Only way you leave the gang if it's in a box
Hard nights, it was cold, we ain't have no heat
And my bro passed away, I was sixteen
Had to get off my ass and get off in 'em streets
We ain't even have no water in that f*cking sink

[Verse 1: Kid Lucre & YBN Nahmir]
n*ggas doubt me but I don't even care
I'm a young boss n*gga like Nahmir
Hard nights, it was cold, we ain't have no heat
Back then, wondering what I was gonna eat
I ain't never had no dad, never had no pops
He never saw his son, R.I.P pops
Had to pray all night so we can make it
Had to get my money up, rocking with the stainless
I'm just glad to say young n*gga made it
Got me some money so it's no more waiting
n*ggas talking sh*t, and they think that I'm playing
Got me some money all it took was some patience

[Hook: YBN Nahmir]
My mom tatted on my arm, 'cause she mean a lot
I ain't never had no dad, never had no pops
I was always on that block, clutching on that Glock
Only way you leave the gang if it's in a box
Hard nights, it was cold, we ain't have no heat
And my bro passed away, I was sixteen
Had to get off my ass and get off in 'em streets
We ain't even have no water in that f*cking sink

[Verse 2: YBN Nahmir]
But now I'm up and I'm a stay focused and get the paper
Had to get my money up, rocking with the stainless
Any n*gga disrespect, brother he gon' spank him
And I ain't playing with these n*ggas, leave a n*gga dangerous
Stitched lips, be quiet, don't say sh*t
Stick together, that's how my little n*ggas made it
And I ain't f*cking with no b*tch if she basic
She ain't f*cking for the free, this a fee for this famed di*k

[Hook: YBN Nahmir]
My mom tatted on my arm, 'cause she mean a lot
I ain't never had no dad, never had no pops
I was always on that block, clutching on that Glock
Only way you leave the gang if it's in a box
Hard nights, it was cold, we ain't have no heat
And my bro passed away, I was sixteen
Had to get off my ass and get off in 'em streets
We ain't even have no water in that f*cking sink

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