Give Thanks

Yeah Yeah New mic's and shit you know Yeah Took my first private flight 'bout to make it a habit Passed my camera to my brother, told him take it and tag it Lets make a moment of it The people home would love it And if you wonder whats next This an omen of it When my mothers water broke I was dripped in gold Picked and told "stick to the script and role" The path that you must now go is a twisted road Weapon you will now hold is a fist to throw A gifted mind, the holy filled gift is told The gift is mine, the only real gift is time That makin other people rich shit Never in my plans Knew my whole life would be better in my hands As a boy I knew one day I'd be the man Doing what I want no one that can tell me what I can So I dream, I plan, I work, I set goals If I had a dollar for every time they said no I would have a hundred Million in my safe bankrolled But it ain't unfold That ain't how the game go No rap beef Hella drama in my real life I ain't beefin wit no actor That dont feel right They won't save you While you sit wit ya label Cookin rumors workin on a way to lie to consumers Look at you miserable probably strip for the mula I was busy while your busy gettin sued by your jeweler When you stunt and run the numbers up Its jus like taunting When Im out in Toronto I Bill up like Chauncey I can see its got you mad that im holdin some money Ya my mama taught me better But im showin some money Cause im young im black They be countin me out But that Roley helps me get the benefit of the doubt And they love to start playin when they think they can But that Phantom make a mothafucka thing again I need two Rolls Royce half a million a piece Not a fool with my cash So im cool with a lease Ruger registered I spent a cool 2 on a piece Bugus ahead of us He thinkin boy he too on his feet Tell her we ain't gonna last if she ain't resilient These women want a man I just want each million Come catch this vibe, come breathe aromas This our shit baby, we the owners Livin in a studio ironic as day A studio has no room and ain't no room for debate That im a mothafuckin king of this rap shit Dues been paid and the craft's been mastered Talkin those 10 thousands hours been passed it Every track blast like it has Bin Laden (Yeah) Always knew I'd be on jets Sunsets with the winners Not another nigga sittin in a cell with the sinners I won't be on sofas Dreamin with mediocore reefer smokers Y'all keep the smoke, I keep the focus They been tryna put a cage around the way that I think I was 7 and my teacher had me seeing a shrink Kicked out before i could divide my own division All because i wouldn fit in your pipeline to prison I'll be selling out shows check the stands that I fill Money comin in bags like Canada milk Ran it by the team Now they buy the vision I only wanna drive if it an angel by the engine Oh I give thanks to the most high Fuck goin platinum I pray to be multi One more time I give thanks to the most high Fuckin goin platinum I pray to be multi One more time I give thanks to the most high Fuckin goin platinum I pray to be multi John Bugus