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Damn it I

Made it

Popa I made it

Moma I made

Damn it I

Made it

Cause in my mind

I've blown up

Why the

Hell you ain't showing up

Damn it

I made it

A-Rated

A-Rated

Pro-Jay on your lineup

Frontline no hiccups

Guaranteed that a fillup

See me with em big bucks

Favourite rapper got him feeling snaaks

Mas vela uyabona bazi chafa fast

Ntwana ali spani

Huh

Ntwana aris bayi ali spani

Huh

Radio ain't got the hits

Frequency moderate

These rappers modeling

Kaffer I'm welding in

Walked in, no budget

Find me Offset

I got Migos in a casket

My god I just said that yeah

I keep it creative

Do it for the native

Living in reserve

That right there is just a thought

Pooh bear with jelly tots

Roc Nation Africa

Tell Jay-Z I'm the boss

Everything comes at a cost

Popa I I made it

Shit feel like happy belated

You shoulda told me your boy is a Saiyan

Music I'm making is just too insane

Yeah

Moma I made it

This shit feel like happy belated

All my life it looked like I would be graded

And right now it feel like

I'm the greatest

Damn it I

Made it

Popa I made it

Moma I made

Damn it I

Made it

Cause in my mind

I've blown up

Why the

Hell you ain't showing up

Damn it I made it

A-Rated

A-Rated

I ain't tryna come clean

With a jab to your face

I'm finna go dirty and murder you

Sprinkle your organs all over your place

With this record in play

I'm tryna come tell you

I'm smoother than all of your bros in the back

With a bucket of lean

And a heavy weed sack

Sipping tree sap

Tryna speed rap

And Gemini cap

Paying for wap

And still tryna dab

Alright real talk

Boss talk

Have you ever heard of a ****

With a grill talk

Shitting on the game

With a chest full of gas

And a black cotton mask

And a gassed up gasp

Rapping his lungs out

Cussing his tongue out

Calling your names out

Fearing no hater

Out-rapping your

A- start

Bets on himself

And he still gets the paper

(Yeah)

Look 2021 ain't a year for your teardrops

All we got is high hopes

Fuck all your selfies

You suck at the poses

My power's expansive

I speak to existence

I pulled out my stick

Then I walk like I'm Moses

This beat is sick but without me

It's drier than all of your noses

In summer no doses

I serve you with lyrics on platers no roses

Damn it I

Made it

Popa I made it

Moma I made

Damn it I

Made it

Cause in my mind

I've blown up

Why the

Hell you ain't showing up

Damn it I made it

A-Rated

A-Rated