Thank God lyrics

[Intro]
(AraabMUZIK)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
My n*gga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look at the game, they gotta be slaves
This sh*t ain't never gon' stop
n*ggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
Not tryna go back to them ways
What go around come around, my n*gga, that's karma (Karma)
Just trying to add another comma
She told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton sh*t
Pack smelling like an armpit
Who is that? Why they calling?
We trap and get off it
My n*gga, that's cap, I know you be fraudin'
Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain
Cramps in my stomach, a n*gga was starving
I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking
Problems, I saw 'em too often
Your b*tch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (Yeah)
We got this sh*t lit from the start
My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (All of 'em)
She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (Better be)
n*ggas rather you be dead, my mama said, "Boy, you better be cautious"
Phone tapped, n*ggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted
I don't ask sh*t 'cause I bought it (Bought it)
A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer)
Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it)
This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh)
First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (Still)
If they kill me, I'll go out a martyr
f*ck what you talking, nobody go harder (Huh)
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Thank God I got out of the trenches
Even though my n*ggas still in the system
The b*tch lied if she said I ain't kill it
n*gga, naw, never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight b*tches
Rich b*tches, big b*tches, n*gga, listen
Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let's go)

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Every car, man, it's mine, never catch me in a rental
If a n*gga drop a dime, my n*gga, he never was with you, yeah
If you see a n*gga with me, you already know he official
Young n*gga rockin' icy watches on the regular, told you b*tches I ain't regular, yeah, uh
I pull up taking n*ggas' b*tches, I don't mean to get you offended
I swear I don't do it intentionally
I get money, so this sh*t is nothin' to me
Whole lot of sons in this industry, my n*gga, it's only one of me
Me and my n*gga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me

[Verse 3: Dave East & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I put that sh*t on my life, I put that sh*t on my daughter (Kairi)
I gotta go catch me a flight, but I'll be right back by the morning (Be right back)
I used to be hungry at night, these n*ggas don't know how I want it (Know how I want it)
This sh*t is a hell of a life, way better than standin' on corners, six in the morning (Six in the morning, early, n*gga)
I used to wake up at six in the morning (Wide awake, my n*gga)
I walked right out the spot, them b*tches was boring (Curve)
You thought them n*ggas was gangsters, we thought them n*ggas was corny (Corny)
I'm living legit, but'll still get you hit while a n*gga performing (Bah)
I was outside until six in the morning (Outside)
Soaking up game from OGs that did it the longest (OGs)
We don't give a f*ck what you smoking, this sh*t is the strongest
My youngin went H.A.M. on that n*gga, we gave him a bonus (That's true, yeah)
[Refrain: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)
I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)
Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)
You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)
n*gga, if it's really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)
Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Araab, you did it again
If she is not tryna f*ck, I'ma go give her to friend
I'm living off lessons that you could only go and get from the pen' (Pen')
Mind racing, go and get me a pen (Pen)
Never mind, I ain't wrote in a minute (Minute)
Glad to see her get her life together
Went and got a job, she ain't smoked in a minute (Woo)
I been around the world and came back
As a matter of fact, we ain't spoke in a minute (Spoke in a minute)
These lost n*ggas gotta know that he winning
Big blunt, Prada on when he sh*tting
God do, I don't gotta forgive him (Not me)
He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him
She love a n*gga, she done got with the rhythm
Thank God I got out of the trenches
[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Thank God I got out of the trenches
Even though my n*ggas still in the system
The b*tch lied if she said I ain't kill it
n*gga, naw, never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight b*tches
Rich b*tches, big b*tches, n*gga, listen
Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let's go)

[Refrain: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)
I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)
Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)
You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)
n*gga, if it's really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)
Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)