[Verse 1: John Ibe] Always told you you should never doubt me Now I graduated with some Spanish wisdom Now my pockets looking like a condom penetrating panties Man this a revolution Guess I overloaded in my ammunition My accomplishments is write in hieroglyphics Even mummies want to get a picture with me I want high profit, I'm a high prophet That's a hot hand just like an eagle's eye Or a skydive, I don't see why b**hes will tell you they love you then push you aside For a n***a that f** ‘em then push ‘em aside For another then go undercover with two different lovers No rubbers, and love ‘em like mothers Man, causes for k**ing, they probable Too many opps, that's an obstacle I make impossible possible All these people diabolical Me I'm an angel in heaven, I hate Armageddon I talk to my reverend, he say that I'm giving out lessons Tellin' people they don't need weapons Tellin' people how to see progression Tellin' people how to beat the message Tellin' people that the right moves and the wrong moves make a different exit I'm just praying that I keep my leverage Tell your n***as they should count they blessings Cause them same blessings disappear in seconds [Hook: Stro] Man we made it, man we made it All the haters separated I just want to tell my mama I made it Man we made it, man we made it Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it I know we made it, I swear we made it I know we made it Man we made it, man we made it I know we made it Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it [Verse 2: John Ibe] You know you made it when people you never met claim you related And b**hes you never met claiming you dated And n***as you came up with claiming you traded You cannot be faded I got a beat then I ate it Grade A, moving like the Matrix f** all that Twitter beef, we cannot be bacon Flow motivating, you need it, just play this I'm a player, I might need some [?] n***as is haters, ghetto what made us Stayed out the streets, f**ed with the beats FedEx with the flex, delivering heat Ooh, better than you Crew move like we got something to prove School, I used to sit with the goons Now they got records, me I got tunes Man we made it, man we made it Victory on the way, I can taste it Man this is nothing to me, this is basic Even my basic sh** is still amazing Kicking down all the doors Come in and blazing Radio stations put this in rotation People be fronting but we stay impatient Cause they gon' look back and realize we the greatest, yeah [Hook: Stro] Man we made it, man we made it All the haters separated I just want to tell my mama I made it Man we made it, man we made it Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it I know we made it, I swear we made it I know we made it Man we made it, man we made it I know we made it Gate into heaven, I swear that we made it