Released: March 28, 2011

Songwriter: Big K.R.I.T.

Producer: Big K.R.I.T.

[Hook]
Mama, I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain’t enough
To free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

[Verse 1]
Fuck what they talkin', nah, it ain’t about talent
It’s no longer an art, niggas piss on your canvas and parade
Okay, so you paved the way, but I rode the road
Farther than you go before, but still, you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they passing me by
With a sign that say "I rap to eat" and both my thumbs in the sky
Damn, when will my time come? Should I just sell dope?
For money, cars, clothes & hoes, 'cause they say that's successful
(I just wanna be successful...)
'Til a nigga run up on you and unload
Cause he poor and you shine just like the moon glow
Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul
When God come to collect, I hope you got what you owe
If I made it...

[Hook]
Mama, I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain’t enough
To free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

[Verse 2]
Forever dreaming, wishing on a star for help
I give a nigga food for thought, he rather starve himself
Apart from wealth, I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not sure of what we reading when we signing our life away
They say ignorance is bliss, well I'd like to state
The game is just not records and real shit, they don’t like to play
You ghetto famous to us, you just Bojangles to them
Tap yo feet, tip yo brim, and sell it back to yo kin
I don't rap, I spit hymns, my God's bigger than them
Tryin' to blacken your heart and say we children of men
I sin 'cause I ain't perfect
But I'd rather save your life than hurt it, if I made it

[Hook]
Mama, I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain’t enough to free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

[Bridge]
Now, what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh, Lord
Don't get me where I'm going?
Now, what if I don’t see the signs in time? Oh, Lord
I'm praying that you show me
Mama, I made it

[Outro: Sample]
I feel sorry for you, kid
If you're smart, you take care of yourself
There's nothing you can do for anybody else
What difference do you think you can make?
One single man, in all this madness?

Big K.R.I.T.

Justin Lewis Scott (born August 26, 1986), better known by his stage name Big K.R.I.T. which stands for King Remembered In Time Is an American rapper and record producer hailing from Meridian, Mississippi.

He started his career in 2002 when he was still a teenager with the release of his first mixtape Dirty Thirty which he produced all by himself. Over the next years he would go on to release multiple mixtapes like See Me on top, See Me on Top II, Hood King of the Queen, See Me on Top III, and The Last King.

K.R.I.T’s strong work ethic and lyrical skills got recognition in 2010 when he dropped his mixtape Krit Wuz Here. The mixtape ‘s lead single “Country Shit,” was remixed by rappers Ludacris and Bun B who would later collaborated on other songs with K.R.I.T. in 2011 and charted on Billboard. In the same year, K.R.I.T got signed to Def Jam Recordings and was on the XXL 2011 Freshmen List. He then went on to release his mixtape Return of 4Eva which like the rest of his projects was self-produced.