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Round of Applause

[Intro]

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?

[Hook]

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

[Verse 1]

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

Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilo’s

Dropping molly’s in a coke zero

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

Then 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 pop

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 of made it, Marvin Sapp

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

While they look surprised, I just took 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

[Hook]

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

[Interlude]

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

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

[Verse 2]

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

Tt’s like her whole life is having a growth spurt

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

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!

[Hook]

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

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