Bob - Round Of Applause (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] This is for all my folks who got legal jobs We beat the odds, you feel me? [Hook: Lecrae] 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: Lecrae] I ain't supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope k**er 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 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 of 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: B.o.B.] I ain't even spos' to be here I ain't even spos' to be livin' The world is set up for me to Be dead broke and somewhere locked up in prison Yeah, I know they be watchin' Yeah, I know they be listenin' Yeah, I know that hip-hop police is probably plotting for me To be missing And cover it up with the cliche okey doke And blame it on the pain pill overdose From the city where they love to hate But I still got love for my homies tho 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 Cuz' I do it everday Know, know me ain't no roomies in the A All they say that is I could've fool in the A Don't a**ume anything I'm a fool with the pay I'll be goon till your day [Hook] [Verse 3: Lecrae] 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 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]