Thank God

[Produced by Bushido Black] [Verse 1] One time for them trap niggas What, them niggas showed me how to work that pyrex Two times for my hood niggas What, good lord we done made it out the projects I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack I told that girl no glove, no love And this bitch tryna get a nigga sidetracked From the spot where them niggas sell pounds at No outdoor, only smoke loud packs Told that bitch leave the key by the doormat I’m going to get the money, I’ll be right back Flashback, rocking my Bo Jacksons and my throw bag I told her face down, ass up, hit it from the back, bitch throw it back, bitch I flow cold like a polar bear, I ain’t nothing like them fuck niggas over there I’m up next, I can handle that I told them bitches I’d blow, you can bet on that I’m [?] the Taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop Cadillac Since a teen, bitch I been a man Ask your girl, bitch I been a man On the block selling butter man Shit it’s hard as hell to make it out the ghetto man I’ll do whatever for some money man I used to sell birds just to get bunny bread But don’t miss this shit ho, bitch don’t miss this money train Fly nigga to get ho, and I’m sipping this purple rain [Hook] One time for them trap niggas Them niggas showed me how to work that pyrex Two times for my hood niggas Good lord we done made it out the projects I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack [Verse 2] Same nosy neighbors want a nigga locked up Got an ex bitch who won’t stop popping up Never cooked dinner but I took the racks up Tryna get bread, feel that like [?] Hold up, came a long way from [?] Every time they see me them niggas say smoke something Told my plug I’m hurt, let me hold something Use your bitch just to roll up, my nigga Stunting on them niggas, hitting donuts, uh Ever since a teen I been a grown up, uh Pops was a D boy, selling that shit Ever since he left I been the man of the crib Cop that shit and bag that shit like mister [?] this the man right here They squeezed them triggers till they jammed that bitch I ain’t have no job and had to hand that shit Now I’m back in the hood like I left something Just a hood nigga tryna get my credit up Got a dummy [?] said I ain’t got much OG had bricks by the dump truck And I want have [?] with all my niggas It’s a hard knock life for a baller my nigga Hating on me, bet I blow regardless my nigga I got it on my own, never borrowed my nigga While my people was at work I’m home alone, Macaulay Culkin I’m tryna make it through the day Hoping that I see tomorrow That’s my brother from another So I’m screaming nigga [?] My next move’ll be a check though, bitch So don’t miss this jet ho, bitch [Hook]