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DJ Drama, CyHi, LaRussell - We Made It ft. CyHi, Carvena, LaRussell (Clean Version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Drama
DJ Drama
Vocals
CyHi
CyHi
Vocals
Carvena
Carvena
Vocals
LaRussell
LaRussell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Jones
C. Jones
Lyrics
R. Graham
R. Graham
Songwriter
C. Brown
C. Brown
Songwriter
Larussell Thomas
Larussell Thomas
Songwriter
Carvena
Carvena
Songwriter
Cydel Young
Cydel Young
Songwriter
Tyree Simmons
Tyree Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nello
Nello
Producer
Kaleb Kquick Rollins
Kaleb Kquick Rollins
Engineer
Royce Monroe
Royce Monroe
Recording Engineer
Larussell Thomas
Larussell Thomas
Recording Engineer
Arick Mackins
Arick Mackins
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaithe
Leslie Brathwaithe
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Carvena
Carvena
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Damn I can't lie After all this I still can't believe we made it I can't believe we made it (can't believe) Right out of the trenches If you see me now you probably won't believe it (I mean who would've thought) Do it for my people who would never get to see it (from mixtapes to Grammys) I can't believe we made it (I can't believe it, we livin' proof) Right out of the trenches If you see now you probably won't believe it (if you can think it) Do it for my people that would never ever see it (you can achieve it, we the field of dreams) This life ain't nothing special You write your name in cursive 'cause you signing with the devil Most of us don't retire with a escrow The environment is Death Row At the Grammy's with a hoodie on like I didn't know the dress code They found us in the ghetto, now the wine there's a Prosecco There's violence in the echoes of the partners that you let go 'Cause when you Black, they put the pot against the kettle The hood can't wait to put your name inside a cigarillo (nigga, hello) They killed you for your chain, that means that they robbed you twice It's a shame they want you to be the same when you off the mic And you don't wanna be in them interviews being defamed by Charleston White This game 'bout copyrights, don't get caught up in all the hype (aight?) 'Cause I remember the day they hit my dog with life Them folks tried to throw the chair at my nigga like Bobby Knight (damn) And you got people like Cannon and Drama who fought the fight (fight) So this generation now won't have that harder plight 'Cause these streets that I ran reminds me of the Middle East Can't walk in a nigga's sneaks, making it here wasn't a little feat So when I pick a beat the only time me and my people speak When you're going through a sour patch the victories are bittersweet But we still succeed I can't believe we made it (can't believe) Right out of the trenches If you see me now you probably won't believe it Do it for my people who would never get to see it I can't believe we made it (can't believe) Right out of the trenches If you see now you probably won't believe it Do it for my people that would never ever see it Built it from the ground up, they can't say the same as me I shot ten thousand shots, they don't play the same as me Nigga, this is God workin', never had a Jesus piece Crocs and Adidas fleece, no ice, I'm shinin' though We been buildin' equity, even shared the recipe Hard to keep a smile when everything you've built is in jeopardy Niggas tried to get under your skin, call it leprosy All the niggas y'all think is clean look a mess to me I ain't here to judge them though, y'all should probably help the man Bunch of niggas reachin' out, still ain't seen a helpin' hand All I see is leeches, slurred speeches, big dogs on long leashes They ain't happy, they ain't free, they rap too, but they ain't me Boy, don't play with me, I don't talk to middle men I see through the smoke, I see big chains on lil' men I can see the diamonds tryna hide the lack of dental plans Forty-seat buses, came a long way from rental vans We ain't have to fake the grind, we ain't have to fake the views We ain't have to fake the streams, pay the blogs and fake the news Bet you they can't say the same, really built our own wave Made it out the V and we ain't pay to get our songs played Nigga, this shit different This shit different Come on we on DJ Drama shit It ain't the same, nigga Ay, can't believe it I can't believe we made it (can't believe) Right out of the trenches If you see me now you probably won't believe it Do it for my people who would never get to see it Can't believe we made it (can't believe) Right out of the trenches If you see now you probably won't believe it Do it for my people that would never ever see it DJ Drama When I say I'm really like that It's for you to know that you really like that It started with a dream, look at me now And like that, we gone Legendary
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Rory William Quigley, Jason Cole Critchlow, Matthew Carrillo, Antonio Felipe Hernandez, Dimitri Roger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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