JAY-Z, Kanye West, Frank Ocean - Made In America (Album Version (Edited))

Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus, oh sweet baby Jesus I told my mama I was on the come up She said, "You going to school, I'll give you a summer" Then she met No I.D. and gave me his number Ten years later she driving a Hummer Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy I guess I'm getting high off my own supply Downtown mixing fabrics tryna find the magic Started a little blog just to get some traffic Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic A million hits and the web crashes, damn! South Park had them all laughing Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin' Ignore the critics just to say we did it This ain't no fashion show mothafucka, we live it Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus, oh sweet baby Jesus I pledge allegiance to my Grandma For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana Our apple pie was supplied through Arm and Hammer Straight out the kitchen, shh, don't wake Nana Built a republic that still stands I'm tryna lead a nation, to leave to my little man's Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up Yiayia? What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some agua No papa, bad Santa The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners I got my liberty chopping grams up Street justice, I pray God understand us I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers This is the Star Spangled Banner Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus, oh sweet baby Jesus