Started with a dollar and a dream Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean I said I started with a dollar and a dream Sorta Jordan when he won his first ring Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings* I had a dream last night, I was rich Porter Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter* Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter What if you drove by a playground and witness Michael Jordan taking off for his first dunk, bet you wish you had your camcorder * That's the type of shit I'm made of That's the type of shit I'm made of Fourteen carat gold Raekwon first album * Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin * That's the type of shit I'm made of That's the type of shit I'm made of Yeah, Yeah Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' fuck with this Waddup, God Queensbridge just like Compton, dog In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all * Where them Angels at? (Singing) Sing it for me one more time (More singing) Well* I pretend to sniff this line I used to wanna be Eazy Then I realized it wasn't that easy I used to wish that I was 2Pac Then I realized that might get you shot Figured I just gonna be myself though Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though In this Impala, old school like some shell toes Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows That ain't the type of shit I'm made of Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys That ain't the type of shit I'm made of * I'm just trying to get my weight up Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up? When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka Is we up in the Bay bruh? * I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50 Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50

And He'll bring you out the, out the darkness Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America I told my mama I was on the come up She said, "You going to school, I'll give you a summer" Then she met No I.D. and gave me his number Ten years later she driving a Hummer Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy I guess I'm getting high off my own supply Downtown mixing fabrics tryna find the magic Started a little blog just to get some traffic Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic A million hits and the web crashes, damn! South Park had them all laughing Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin', uh Ignore the critics just to say we did it This ain't no fashion show motherfucker, we live it Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America I pledge allegiance to my grandma For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana Our apple pie was supplied through Arm and Hammer Straight out the kitchen, shh, don't wake Nana Built a republic that still stands I'm tryna lead a nation, to leave to my little man's Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up Yiayia? What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some agua No papa, bad Santa The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners I got my liberty chopping grams up Street justice, I pray God understand us I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers This is the Star Spangled Banner Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Yes, we did Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Yes, we did