Artist: Lecrae Album: Round of Applause (S) Song: Round of Applause Typed by: Sweets Lyrics We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it 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 supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilos 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 pop, I've 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 took 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 We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it 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 Now she used to strip at Onyx, working her way through college Tryina 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 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 Looked at him matching his mama We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it 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