Correction Paroles Made A Way (Remix) par Lecrae

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Paroles

Young legend
Hol' up

Made it out the street (Street), made it out the beef (Beef)
Made it from the bottom, now we strive to reach the peak (Yeah)
Made it out the hood (Yeah), homies sellin' drugs
Even when we doin' bad, say we doin' good (Yeah)
Rocked a Boosie fade (Yeah), homie had a shag (Yeah)
Lotta mama's boys, not too many had a dad (Nah)
I was blessed with mine (Yup), he was on the grind (Yup)
Workin' ten to twelve hours, tryna make a dime (Let's go)
Back in Pleasant Grovе, went to school at Edna Rowe (Edna Rowe)
Ridin' bikе too late at night, you gotta make it home (Make it home)
No more time to play (Nah), clean the house today (Yeah)
Sunday service way before somebody heard of 'Ye (Facts)
Church be gettin' out, Cowboy game, no missin' out (No doubt)
I'll grab that belt if you forget to thaw that chicken out (Yeah)
The homie playin' Pokémon, he a killer now (Damn)
My parents postal workers, learned to take a different route

And we made a way (Way), yeah, we made a way (We made it)
Gotta go through obstacles when they in the way (Yeah)
Still, we made a way (Yeah), still, we made a way (We made it)
Don't be sweatin' 'bout that blessin', boy, that's on the way (Way)
And we made a way (Yeah), yeah, we made a way (We made it)
Gotta go through obstacles when they in the way (Yeah)
Still, we made a way (Way), still, we made a way (We made it)
Don't be sweatin' 'bout that blessin', hold up

Started from the dirt (Dirt), Dallas was the turf (Turf)
Find the biggest tee and keep the sticker on the shirt (Facts)
Movin' to the 'burbs ('Burbs), I ain't say a word (Word?)
Couple neighbors that was hatin', gettin' on my nerves (Bless 'em)
Angel hit me up (Yeah), pray this isn't luck (Never)
Texas baby, I had whiskey in my sippy-cup (Uh)
Spirit lift me up (Yeah), ain't no givin' up (Never)
Trumpet blowing from the Heaven, had to listen up
I'm hot, switched that fade to high top
After service we would get some breakfast from the IHOP
Reggie bought, we hot box, tickets for that sky box
Ask me, "Why are you blessed?" My response is, "Why not?"
All the gold on my watch, Polo horse on my sock
People I love that got shot, artist on label got dropped
You can't be livin' ungrateful, people would kill for my spot
Street scar all the faces for ghetto boys on my block, on my block

Yeah, made it out the trap (Trap), out the Devil's lap (Yeah)
Landed straight into the pit of white supremacist shrapnel
Took a lotta L's, payed a lotta bills
Tap dancin' on the table for a record deal
Bought the piece and chains, let the swangers swang
Keist & Polk, I'm bumpin' Tuck and smokin' Mary Jane
They was shootin' at Big T, I had to swerve on 'em
Mama said I'm livin' reckless, put the Word on 'em
Dip me in the water, now it's dirty but I'm clean
Granny screamin', "Hallelujah," 'cause my soul redeemed
I still rep the King, but I keep the thing
Put two in your spleen if you try to touch my queen
I don't brag on my awards or talk about the pay
I don't stress, I GPS, you know I made a way
Yeah, we made a way, yeah, we made a way
Bobby and Lecrae, tell 'em, "Texas on the way"

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