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Round Of Applause Lyrics - Church Clothes, Vol. 2 - Lecrae

Hey mazel tov and all that good stuff man 

This is for all my folks who got legal jobs 

We beat the odds, you feel me? 

 

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 

 

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I ain't supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer 

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 

 

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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 

 

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 assume anything 

I'm a fool with the pay 

I'll be goon till your day 

 

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 

 

I'm supposed to be dead or in jail right now 

But instead, I'm sharing my gift with the world 

 

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 (haters) 

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! 

 

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 

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