Made It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Made It was released on February 1, 2026 by Young Scooter as a part of the album Fast Lane Juggin
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Credits
Lyrics
Yeah! Word
Man, my life been crazy, ****
You a street ****, I know you know how I feel
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Gutter, gutter)
This a letter to my mama (To my mama)
I never had a fucking father (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Let's go)
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)
Woke up broke a thousand times
No days off, stayed on the grind
You convicted of a felony, you can't press rewind
Had to think like 50 Cent, get rich or die trying
For this Black Migo shit, my life is on the line
We made it out the struggle through them hard times
Chugging in that gutter, gutter under them power lines
I do this shit for my little brothers like his kids mine
Got me stressed out 'cause he fucked up, facing all that time
And it's crazy 'cause he just had him another child
And I got two myself, and I take care of my ****
I take care of my family, know the world understand me
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Gutter, gutter)
This a letter to my mama (To my mama)
I never had a fucking father (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Let's go)
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)
I'm thinking white hoodie, white shades, white J's on white snow
White Bugatti and a white Ferrari with white diamonds on white gold
White grill, white Benz, rolling 'round with my white friends
White fur and the right rims, you say my name and you right in
I'm no fan of him, I got the ammo in
You wanna handle him and who stand with him?
I got the Lambo in, I'm in the Mandarin
I got the mask on, I'm Rick Hamilton
Shorty acting like a mannequin, I told her quit with the shenanigans
She said she gon' keep my car, I'm still never gon' be your man again
See, murder in the trap is a boobie, Young Scooter and Gucci
So many Maybachs out front, **** think I'm rolling with Poochie
I ain't taking no jewelry off, you gon' cock it, ****, come shoot me
I ain't ready for the old Murda, then
What you gon' do with the new me? Woo!
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Gutter, gutter)
This a letter to my mama (To my mama)
I never had a fucking father (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Let's go)
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)
My daddy could die today and it still won't mean shit to me
Six years old, I ain't have shit to eat
My stomach empty, balled up, I can't get no sleep
Couldn't wait to go to school, that's my meal all week
Used to watch from the nosebleed, now I got floor seats
I used to catch rides, now it's foreign four seats
A pre '50 Benz, that's a four-four week
My mama called my phone, talked to my daddy last week
He heard I got a song on the street called "Columbia"
My daddy smoke Columbia, so daddy, I don't fuck with you
My mama raised a hustler, mama was a hustler
Gotta thank my mama, I had to move her out the gutter
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Gutter, gutter)
This a letter to my mama (To my mama)
I never had a fucking father (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Nah)
Ain't no more going broke (Yeah)
Ain't no more going broke (Let's go)
I made it through that struggle, struggle (Struggle, struggle)
I grinded out that gutter, gutter (Yeah)
I made it through the struggle, struggle
I grinded out the gutter, gutter
This a letter to my mother
I never had a fucking father
Written by: Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Jeremy David Skaller, Kamaljit Singh Jhooti, Kevin Winston Rudolf, Robert W. Larow
