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How I Made It lyrics
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Trips to Jacob, foreign countries
Reminisce of times when we all was hungry
Now I made it, and all y'all niggaz can hate it
Seeing that I sound like Mase and
Knowning that I came from the basement
Did my own thing, so face it
Now they coming wit cases, now wit this hand I'm racist
I'm so close I can taste it
Sometimes I just wanna grab toast and take it
But I'm a keep moving and shaking
Stay true to my faith and
I ain't worried about you, I'm a make it (I'm a make it)
[Chorus]
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