Lyrics:
like, "Thank who?"
Most that shit was fake, but I do thank God for his grace
They makin' me starve, so I ate by the time they overfilled my plate
Even
Thankful for the goody, now we make it through this life
Don't know if you gon' ride, all my homies by my side
Skip, skip, makin' through the night
Rolex
was made by sony
And after all that i ain't even snitch on him
Charged me with armed robbery
Fighting this case y'all pray for me
I was Already was
Cheney?
In this world of the entitled and the lazy
I thank God for the strength that he always gave me
It's easy to deflect the insults they name me
But I
thank God for the strength that he always gave me
It's easy to deflect the insults they name me
But I guess it comes from being a child of the late 80s
'em right
They love it when I mix the baking soda with the white
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
City to city, state
History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
In 1961 they took this child into their home
I
out for all to see
But I'm so damned hungry like a hustler coming into the hoof with a rat in its teeth
You know I love this place so much
I think
at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank
tongue
Living for the O's
You may live all day on partying
By the nights you cry on dope
Fuck your flip flops
You're no drug lord
Need no Gucci need no
Everyday I thank god for today
And just stay out the way
Stack my chips and stay Focus
Poppin shit like the seal
On a soda
Put that beef on the grill
to eat
Mamma said it didn't look right, black just don't mix with white
But Billy was my friend and we swore one rainy night
To be blood brother
not perfect but I’ll try for you
I’ll do my best to make a better me
I thank the lord for what he sending me
And I may lose but with you by my side I
And ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal
If I struggle, thank God
I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin'
Just called it
nigga comin' CIAA with a bulletproof truck
Scared for your life
How you gon' go and shoot your own truck up
And play dead for the night? (gang gang)
corner rats, it got em falling back
A lotta tracks to mix, I fix dishes quick but not with Bisquick
Tell chicks they like it 'this thick'
I measure up
It’s damned if I do, and I’m damned if I don’t
Biggest critic is myself now it’s damn what I wrote
And it’s damn you for trampling the path of this
folks see the light (my folks see the light)
Double M, give me the word and they'll be gone by the night
Believe it, they need to thank God they still
Vicious ferocity for our cause
They must know by now of our drums beat
Step by step enter hallowed ground
Kill their king take our land.
We have the right
have to leave here, but you did
You knew your purpose was bigger and you accepted it
And for that, I'll always thank you
I be acting tough, but I miss
the fame?
Who stole the cypher slayers
Who buffed the train?
This for the prostitute I
Almost called last night but didn't
Thank you
I don't need any
watched a while go by
I throw my time to the sky
Cuz it don't belong to me
But I'll be damned if I die
My phalanges twice are five but I got none inside
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
contentos yo digo
Translation
Every night we usually had flour tortillas with beans
But without soda the kids didn't eat
So we'd buy a soda for a dollar
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