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Thank God
21 Savage, T.I.
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(Hitmaka)
Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God I made it here
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let a nigga bust
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Show your credentials, who you akin to? (That's it)
Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? (Uh-huh)
Yeah, you on your records, you soundin' very high (Uh-huh)
But what you done done, a nigga can verify (Uh)
No corroboration, ain't no conversation (Ah)
Just a bunch of cap mixed with a lot of hatin' (Shit)
Went from hand to hand at the service station (Ayy)
To makin' a hundred and fifty grand just off day trading
Ayy, man, we know you ain't done the shit you said, man (No)
Where I come from, you end up a dead man
Playin' 'round, put a nigga down for stayin' down
In neighborhoods, we can't build it fast 'til they tear it down
Black man firin', on me, I hear sirens
White police firin' on me and they silent
Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose
Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school (Damn)
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let a nigga bust
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Mighta took a minute, but we got it in (21)
Lost a couple M's, lost a couple friends (On God)
Gotta take some losses if you wanna win
Disrespect his ass, it's mandatory that we gotta spin (Brrt)
Tryna hibernate, we get his next of kin (21)
Encore, fuck it, hit they block again (On God)
I embrace the struggle 'cause I understand
Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a fuckin' man (21)
Livin' by the code, I don't talk to police (Never)
Stand up when I'm pissin', can't no shit don't make me
Rappin' like I'm preachin', all my bars holy (21)
You flexin' for the 'Gram, that is not your Rollie (21)
Pockets overweight and all my opps bony (Facts)
Sucker shit or hater shit, I'm not condonin' (Never)
See it in your eyes, all your love phony (21)
Stab me in my back and then he tried to bro me (21)
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let a nigga bust
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Research information, read the scrap beneath the surface (I am)
On bended knees, searchin' for my life purpose (Amen)
Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? (No)
You're mistaken, in most churches, it's extortion
What the Bible say 'bout faith without work? (Damn)
You can still do everything right and get murked (Uh-huh)
Think the subpar education, they ain't learn (Uh-uh)
Self-hate got 'em killin' and they turnt (Go)
Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle
Like Bankroll Fresh and the King of Alabama
Doe B, Peanut Da Don, and Lil Chink
That's Osama, camouflaged back in the day
Then there was Dolla, Lil Snupe, triple X, and Mac Dre
Man, every day a blessing, learned that shit from hustle
Don't take that shit for granted, do yourself some damage (Uh-huh)
In matches with expensive grannies, tryna understand it (Shit)
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let a nigga bust
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
I did the prayer before Ciara ever did that prayer
I said, "Lord, send me a nigga that don't hit me in the
Eye on Friday and got a job, and can read," and I got one
I met my husband and he wasn't gon'
Let me, he wasn't gon' let me fuck him
And at the time, I was a check forger 'fore the
Rest of these niggas got on the check forgin' game
And he was just a Christian nigga, he wanted everything to go right
Fucked around and I fell in love with him
And got a job at McDonald's, Ross Railroad for $4.26 an hour
I was like, "Who the fuck do this shit? This is recordin' them niggas
This what Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for $4.25 an hour and y'all ain't stealin' shit?"
So you know me, I started stealin' from McDonald's
As I ring you up, I rung you out
Fuck y'all laughin' at?
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