[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]Damn, look, Mama—I did itThis the same boy that was dancing in your kitchenAnd in the backseat singing, that’s traditionWe knew that whole Jill Scott down to transitionsMother’s Day card “Hey Mama” lyrics within itGot you the pink kicks with the pink ribbonI want to scream so loud for youCan you hear it?Cause I’m so damn proud of youCan you feel itA year ago selling shoes trying to get commissionNow making records for the kids that need a visionCause I just found some friends that were also sick of wishingAnd we cooped up in a dentist officeHistory was writtenLook, Dad—I did itYup, look, Dad—I did itThis the same boy that was dancing in your kitchenAnd in the back seat singing, that’s traditionIt sucks it took you passing to get me close to my sistersAnd my little brother not close enough I admit itJust sucks when I’m at your funeral and no one know I existedAnd I'm the one with your name man, isn't that twisted?But I ain’t really tripping, man, that’s family businessHad the same outfit on I graduated inCause I heard you were fighting the doctorsAnd they still made you miss itAnd that was down to the shoesThe Stealth Foams, my favoriteThird and last time will be at my first Grammy nominationLike, look, Dad—I made itYup, look, Dad—I made itThis the same boy that was dancing on the pavementThe same kid that was at that hospital waitingThe same kid that ain’t going to stop ’til I’m the greatest[Verse 2: Steppa J. Groggs]Back against the wall and we came out swingingThis beat is so beautiful I should of came out singingPeople kept on doubting so I kept on dreamingAll these doors are opening up and me and them team inWas dealt a bad hand from the goBut my momma saved my lifeCould have got left in the ‘GoForget participation trophies man I want the goldTasted a little bit success and hell yeah I want moreTrying to be a healthier man for my mini meFeeling like Luther now, man I miss the skinny meI don’t ever do much, I guess it’s never too muchNate hitting y’all with the hooks, man, he’s too clutchP is the hottest in the game, plus that man that coldAnd I’m living proof that you’re never too oldKids looking up to me now—no pressureNot a role model but I’ll appreciate your gesturesDon’t expect shit given you know you got to take itEither that or you got to fake it until you make itThat must mean we got it cause we haven’t faked shitNobody in our lane cause we’re constantly repavingLike, look, Mama—I make it—look, Mama—I made itDoing all these shows and got the whole room singingI’m telling ya’ll this is what victory sounds likeAnd I’ll be damned if this don’t get the crowd hypeThanks to every fan who’s shared our shit or bought some merchNever thought I’d see my face on someone’s shirtY’all the reason Imma go hard until it hurtsTook you to the Dentist Office, now we took you to church