Free My Soul 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'd 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 of my thumbs in the sky, damn
When will my time come? Should I just sell dope?
For money, cars, clothes, and hoes, 'cause they say that's "successful?" ('Cause 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