"Free My Soul" lyrics - BIG K.R.I.T.

[Hook:]
Mama I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain't enough to free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

Fuck what they talkin', nah, it ain't about talent
It's no longer an art, niggas piss on your canvas and parade
Okay, so you paved the way, but I rode the road
Farther than you go before, but still, you block the road some more
I'm on my last leg and they passing me by
With a sign that say "I rap to eat" and both my thumbs in the sky
Damn, when will my time come? Should I just sell dope?
For money, cars, clothes & hoes, 'cause they say that's successful
(I just wanna be successful...)
'Til a nigga run up on you and unload
'Cause he poor and you shine just like the moon glow
Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul
When God come to collect, I hope you got what you owe

[Hook:]
Mama I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain't enough to free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

Forever dreaming, wishing on a star for help
I give a nigga food for thought, he rather starve himself
Apart from wealth, I think it was the shine that got us blinded
Not sure of what we reading when we signing our life away
They say ignorance is bliss, well I'd like to state
The game is just not records and real shit, they don't like to play
You ghetto famous to us, you just Bojangles to them
Tap yo feet, tip yo brim, and sell it back to yo kin
I don't rap, I spit hymns, my God's bigger than them
Tryin' to blacken your heart and say we children of men
I sin 'cause I ain't perfect
But I rather save your life than hurt it, if I made it

[Hook:]
Mama, I made it, got my chain now
I got that Benz too
I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes
Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues
I keep some groupie hoes
I got that old school with those Lambo doors
But I'm scared it all ain't enough to free my soul
Lord, mama, I made it

[Bridge:]
Now what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh lord
Don't get me where I'm going?
Now what if I don't see the signs in time? Oh lord
I'm praying that you show me
Mama, I made it

[Outro: Sample]
I feel sorry for you, kid
If you're smart, you take care of yourself
There's nothing you can do for anybody else
What difference do you think you can make?
One single man, in all this madness?