Round of Applause - Lecrae

Hey, mazel tov and all that good stuff, man

This is for all my folks who got legal jobs

We beat the odds, you feel me?

We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it

Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah

Congratulations, thank God we made it

They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

I ain’t supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer

Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilos

Dropping mollies in a coke zero

Ashamed of my education, that I’m finally off probation

That I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and I’m a real father no faking

See I’m a black man who beat them odds

Supposed to be locked up with no job

Never should of went to college or learned who God is

You add it up it’s all odd

See I never knew my pops

I been abused, ran from the cops

I went to school

High on them crops

Wasn’t a thug, never been shot

Running from God man turning my back

Never would’ve made it, Marvin Sapp

But He opened up my eyes and I can’t look back

While they look surprised, I just tip my cap

Yeah he did it, he did it

He changed me and I’m with it

He made me what I’m supposed to be

You get close to me, you might get it

We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it

Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah

Congratulations, thank God we made it

They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

I ain’t even supposed to be here

I ain’t even supposed to be living

The world is set up for me to be dead, broke, or somewhere locked up in prison

Yeah, I know they be watching

Yeah, I know they be listening

Yeah, I know the hip-hop police is probably plotting for me to be missing

And cover it up with the cliche okey doe

And blame it on the pain pill overdose

From the city where they love to hate

But I still got love for my homies though

They don’t want to see us ball out

But we do it anyway

Got a mil' in the bank

Another two up in the safe

Cause I do it everyday

Know, know me ain’t no roomies in the A

All they say that is I could’ve fool in the A

Don’t assume anything

I’m a fool with the pay

I’ll be goon till your day

We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it

Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah

Congratulations, thank God we made it

They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

I’m supposed to be dead or in jail right now

But instead, I’m sharing my gift with the world

Now she used to strip at Onyx

Working her way through college

Tryna put food in her son’s mouth

On a pole for them dollars

She was looking for some solace

Told the Lord, I promise.

I’m heading to the hills with my heels on

Where the feels ain’t a touch to the billfolds

No copping feels from no Uncle Phil’s, just Phil Jackson coach her

And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse

No skirts just, «Skrr», found another way around a real worth

And left that fine establishment

It’s like her whole life is having a growth

Spurt

She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it (haters)

They ain’t nothing but some shellfish in a bucket

Probably get crabs if you touch it

Now she graduated from college -- scratch that -- graduated with honors

Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah!

We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it

Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it, yeah

Congratulations, thank God we made it

They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

Round of applause, round of applause

Congratulations, we beat them odds

So they say, «Reach for the stars»

So why do you think I’m doing Reach Records

Church Clothes 2

The number one co-signer Don Cannon

Shout out to the whole academy

Mister Thanksgiving what’s up

Trendsetter, what’s up, homie?

Shout to on

Tweezy

D. Rich holla at me

KE get me right real quick