Loc Saint - I Made It lyrics

See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area that's to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music Already made it / In my way / and it don't really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I don't you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin' tears for my musi-a-ic (music) To get rite here / you gotta go where / back to the days when tapes was all there / was / ba** wit 8-0-8 snair cuz / Pac and Big was all there / was / Stocked to rock with my hair buzzed / I-Got-Lots to talk about where I was / who I hung with / who I had fun with / Every single time i put in work every little bit a dirt / that I did / as a kid / I was offa my lid / had to drop / witta rythme gotta get it out quick / like a lyrical terrorist prepare for us cause when I get to writing im inciting home runs like im rolling with the mariners / Inheriters of language witta anguish that vanquish the people that snare at us / they scared of us / the loc float words getchya high like fairy dust and what occured was a blur like a wonderblust a verbs slurred like a little bit a thunder struck da herd got em runnin like a hunnid horses / but-its-only-me-drunk-on-the-curb writing hit tracks/ verses and chorus's / Some-of-my-fortay-is-known-to be-warpin-this-music-absorbin-this into my psyki / My-vocabulary-is viking-im taking da track over all to my liking / (Hey, Explain how you got here) Phyciatric sessions had me diagnosed witta criminal mind and I beleive it cause back then that was all that I did to fill my time / Thats why then I picked up a pad and a pen and I weilded rythme / Now then let my pen be a conduit for what I feel inside / See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area thats to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music / Already made it / In my way / and it dont really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I dont you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin tears for my musi-a-ic (music) All the sacrifice and night writes when the pencil snapped in half from holding it tight and the pa**ion that pa**ed from the depths of my heart to the marks on the page engaged my whole life / (But to the industry it dont matter how good you get / 4 ways to get in debit, credit, cash or card or check) hahahaha there goes my dreams delete ya It ain't rite don't need ya / industry people they get stuffed like a pita / takein the money up outta my pocket to feed ya / step on the bobble heads of the record labels and leave em imprinted wit a hint of my white tinted adidas / free'd us like a fetus / that just found out / never needed them to feed us wit a money interfetus when the tables turn round you realize that they need us / turn your radio off / It s**s / Im forsaking the laws / get ruck / and if you do not like me I really dont give a what / im a nutcase face to face embrace the waste deliver tracks bust da pace leatherface mixed guts with bates in disgust a when the industry s**s just as much as it does today / so I dont really want any part of it / take me out of it / ok doubted it / done with it / son of it / gonna get slain someday rite now im just makin fun of it / (WHAT) When it take ripped guts when it take new dance im laughing / this ain't rap its crap i imagine im in a dream or sedated cause with talent like that I know one hundred percent without a shadow of a doubt I made it See I done made it / In my way / locally known in my area thats to the gra-ea-ve (grave) / They know my name can't refuse it / That'll be my fame if I choose it / I bled out blood / dripped in sweat and tears shed for my music / Already made it / In my way / and it dont really matter if I got fortune or the fa-e-ame (fame) / know I got talent can't dispute it / If you say I dont you being foolish / I bled out blood / drenched in sweat / and sheddin tears for my musi-a-ic (music) (I made it, underground bumps my hits , all of em say loc saint so underrated / weather im not famous / or i never get rich / one thing that'll be for certains that my music made it) Locally I made it / underground bumps my hits / all of em say loc saint so underrated / weather im not famous / or i never get rich / one thing that'll be for certains that my music made it)