Thank God lyrics

[Produced by Bushido Black]

[Verse 1]
One time for them trap n*ggas
What, them n*ggas showed me how to work that pyrex
Two times for my hood n*ggas
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 b*tch tryna get a n*gga sidetracked
From the spot where them n*ggas sell pounds at
No outdoor, only smoke loud packs
Told that b*tch 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, b*tch throw it back, b*tch
I flow cold like a polar bear, I ain’t nothing like them f*ck n*ggas over there
I’m up next, I can handle that
I told them b*tches I’d blow, you can bet on that
I’m [?] the Taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop Cadillac
Since a teen, b*tch I been a man
Ask your girl, b*tch I been a man
On the block selling butter man
sh*t it’s hard as hell to make it out the gutter man
I’ll do whatever for some money man
I used to sell birds just to get bunny bread
But don’t miss this sh*t ho, b*tch don’t miss this money train
Fly n*gga to death ho, and I’m sipping this purple rain
[Hook]
One time for them trap n*ggas
Them n*ggas showed me how to work that pyrex
Two times for my hood n*ggas
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 n*gga locked up
Got an ex b*tch who won’t stop popping up
Never cooked dinner but I cooked them rocks up
Tryna get bread, feel that like [?]
Hold up, came a long way from doja
Every time they see me them n*ggas say smoke something
Told my plug I’m hurt, let me hold something
Use your b*tch just to roll up, my n*gga
Stunting on them n*ggas, hitting donuts, uh
Ever since a teen I been a grown up, uh
Pops was a D boy, selling that sh*t
Ever since he left I been the man of the crib
Cop that sh*t and bag that sh*t like mister [?] this the man right here
They squeezed them triggers till they jammed that b*tch
I ain’t have no job and had to hand that sh*t
Now I’m back in the hood like I left something
Just a hood n*gga tryna get my credit up
Thought I done it all, they said I ain't done much
OG had bricks by the dump truck
And I don't want half, I want it all my n*gga
It’s a hard knock life for a baller my n*gga
Hating on me, bet I blow regardless my n*gga
I got it on my own, never borrowed my n*gga
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 its free my n*gga [?]
My next move’ll be a check though, b*tch
So don’t miss this jet ho, b*tch
[Hook]