text: Yeah
  Came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Have a good time, the hard times show up
  Money comin fast, hope it never slow up
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
  Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Show your credentials, who you akin to? 
  Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? 
  Hit you on your records, you soundin very high 
  But what you done did the nigga can verify 
  No corroboration, aint no conversation
  Just a bunch of a cap mixed with a lot of hatin
  Went from hand to hand at the serving station
  To makin a hundred-and-fifty grand just off day trainin
  And man, we know you aint did the shit you said there
  Where I come from, you end up a dead man
  Playin round, where a nigga die for stayin down
  The neighborhood we cant build it faster than they tear it down
  Black man fire, and homie, I hear sirens
  White police firin, homie, and they silent
  Then they expect me not to be violent, its a lose-lose
  Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school, damn
  Have a good time, the hard times show up
  Money comin fast, hope it never slow up
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
  Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Mightve took a minute but we got it in 
  Lost a couple Ms, lost a couple friends 
  Gotta take some losses if you wanna win
  Disrespect, its damn near mandatory that we gotta spend 
  Tryna hibernate, we give his next-of-kin 
  Encore, fuck it, hit they block again 
  I embrace the struggle cause I understand
  Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a fuckin man 
  Livin by the code, I dont talk to police 
  Stand up when Im pissin, cant no nigga ho me 
  Rapping like Im preachin, all my bars holy
  You flexin for the Gram, that is not your Rollie 
  Pockets overweight and all my opps bony 
  Sucker shit or hater shit, Im not condonin 
  See it in your eyes, all your love phony 
  Stabbed me in my back and then he tried to bro me 
  Have a good time, the hard times show up
  Money comin fast, hope it never slow up
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
  Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Research information , reach, scratch beneath the surface 
  Im bendin knees, searchin for my lifes purpose 
  Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? 
  Youre mistaken and most churches is extortion
  What the Bible say bout faith without work? Huh 
  You can still do everything right and get murked, huh
  Think to support education they aint learn 
  Still hate, got em killin and they turnt 
  Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle 
  Like Bankroll Fresh and the king of Alabama
  Doe B, Peanut Da Don and Lil Chink
  Dex Osama, Camouflage back in the day
  Then there was Dolla, Lil Snupe, triple X, and Mac Dre
  Man, every day a blessin, learned that shit from hustle
  Dont take that shit for granted, do yourself some damage
  In a mansion with expensive granite, tryna understand it
  Have a good time, the hard times show up
  Money comin fast, hope it never slow up
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
  Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
  I done came a long way to make it here
  Gotta thank God that I made it here
  I did the prayer fore Ciara ever did that prayer
  I said, Lord, send me a nigga that dont hit me in the eye on Friday, and got a job, and can read
  And I got one
  I met my husband
  And he wasnt gon let me, he wasnt gon let me fuckin sell dope
  And at the time I was a check forger for the rest of the league got on the check forgin game
  And he was just a Christian nigga, he wanted everything to go right
  Fucked around and, I fell in love with him and got a job at McDonalds, Road for four dollars and twenty-seven cents an hour
  Im like, Who the fuck do this shit?
  This is whacker than a motherfucker
  Is this what Jesus told you niggas to do, to work for four dollars and twenty-five cents an hour and yall aint stealin shit?
  So you know me, I started stealin from McDonalds, nigga
  As I ring you up, I rung you out
  Fuck yall laughing at?