Yeah, this song right here Is about a young man Who's endured a lot of twists and turns in his life Cause he always kept his head up, stayed focused This man's name is Mario Winans, listen
What makes you think I can't make it? Put me to the test, I'll take it I've been through more trials But I've overcome all of them And I've never been one for faking I kept on moving and shaking And that's how I made it
I've seen it all But I never let no one Tell me it's right, when it's wrong Cause I heard it all before And it gives me a reason to fight for A right for, to do what I gotta do
All of my life I was told that you had to go through Just to get where you want And if you come across a storm You just gotta keep holding on, and stay strong And do what you gotta do
Hey yo I came from the bottom, worked my way up Ran wit big dudes, had to get my weight up Now my cake up, now点击下载LRC歌词
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[Intro] Yeah, this song right here Is about a young man Who's endured a lot of twists and turns in his life Cause he always kept his head up, stayed focused This man's name is Mario Winans, listen [Chorus - Mario Winans] What makes you think I can't make it? Put me to the test, I'll take it I've been through more trials But I've overcome all of them And I've never been one for faking I kept on moving and shaking And that's how I made it [Verse - Mario Winans] I've seen it all But I never let no one Tell me it's right, when it's wrong Cause I heard it all before And it gives me a reason to fight for A right for, to do what I gotta do [Chorus] [Verse - Mario Winans] All of my life I was told that you had to go through Just to get where you want And if you come across a storm You just gotta keep holding on, and stay strong And do what you gotta do [Chorus] [Verse - Loon] Hey yo I came from the bottom, worked my way up Ran wit big dudes, had to get my weight up Now my cake up, now it's lights, cameras, make up Trips to Jacob, foreign countries Reminisce of times when we all was hungry Now I made it, and all y'all niggaz can hate it Seeing that I sound like Mase and Knowning that I came from the basement Did my own thing, so face it Now they coming wit cases, now wit this hand I'm racist I'm so close I can taste it Sometimes I just wanna grab toast and take it But I'm a keep moving and shaking Stay true to my faith and I ain't worried about you, I'm a make it (I'm a make it) [Chorus] http://提供
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