From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive (M-M-Maybach Music)

Horror stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust
Candle burnin', them people came to cut the power off
Full of hatred, then come the questions, is the family sacred?
Everybody gotta show they hands, trust me, be patient (M-M-M)
Negativity grow like weeds in the flowerbed
Seen Gs turn into fiends, get a thousand years
Amphetamines, the meth told on a nigga steps
Everybody turnin' state, be careful what you rep
Gang signs, then "boom," step on a landmine
Disintegrated, was there for your baby nann time
I'm tryna show you niggas how this goes
Half of these niggas hoes, puttin' hits on all my foes
Fuckin' bitches on Okeechobee 'cause I'm ridin' full
Makazole ain't comin' home 'cause you niggas told
I'm still a ruby boy, movin' unruly, boy
Sellin' records, but my life a fuckin' movie, boy

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive

Your co-defendant testified and was so passionate
Shedded a tear when I found out you got a lighter sentence, whoa
Keep it real, I'm reppin' Black Bo (Maybach Music)
Cuban links, Dominicans, still touchin' cash flow
Where my money? I fuck around and have you wet on Monday
Met in London, need a visa, reason I'm steppin' on it
Weapons drawn, you better chill, nigga, this double-R
Rolls-Royce, rollin' riders, baby, we come so far
West coast, I bless you niggas with another flow
Dr. Dre prescription, time for another episode
Two-seaters, peaches with me, she in some new sneakers
Gucci this, Gucci that, in the Hills gettin' weeded
Fentanyl by the jar and I think I really need it
Damn, I think I really need it
I'm feelin' like a prince, still in the elevator
Never leavin' footprints, baby, 'cause I'm levitatin'

From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get the laws off my ass
Remember all them nights we didn't have on no lights
Tryna be a star, had to earn my stripes
Took a wrong turn, had to make it right
Don't cry 'cause I made it out alive, ayy (sheesh)
Don't cry, wipe your eyes, don't cry, I made it out alive
I'ma live, never die, don't cry, I made it out alive

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Doug McCorkle, Jaucquez Lowe, Matthew Burdette, William Roberts