Thank The Highest lyrics

[Intro]
(Jlap, talk to 'em)

[Chorus]
I feel like 50 off that one game
Before the love came, them drugs came and them funds made
I knew girly was a freak when we first met, she let me f*ck face (Alloutw4r)
I got a hundred fiends calllin' at once, I got a bunch of plays
I got a couple hundred ways to make a hundred K
Unc' trippin', he got PTSD, he got a hundred K's
And bro the truth, his facts he never hoop, but he be dunkin' J's
I just brought an eight-ball to the court, but I ain't finna play
Latina freak, just called, shе want some di*k, I said, "Ándale"

[Verse]
Quick need a rock today, I pulled up in a drop today
I'm off thе pills, record with M&M's, I feel like Dr. Dre
Come see my skills, I'm way above the rim, I feel like Dr. J
I'm motivated, I cultivated this sh*t, and I be gettin' pape'
n*ggas signin' they soul away for that chicken, they be gettin' raped
I'm in the trenches, finna pull up with a biscuit, come and get the 'caine
My fiend on her last leg, she gotta get a cane
No leg shots, them big old .556s, they be hittin' brains
And I got a chop tall as my nephew, call him Lil Mane
He put shorty in the grave, he tried to cross me for a lil' gain
The day they think this sh*t get sweet, then they can feel the pain
n*ggas actin' like they shooters, they ain't killin' things
They tried to stop me in my tracks, but I ain't feel a thing
They tried to stab me in my back, but I ain't feel a thing
n*ggas out here switchin' on they homies, why is it still a thing?
I couldn't coreside 'em
I was high for no reason, killers go and find him
You ever sold a thousand blue Yercs posted in Carolina?
'Member steppin' on work, had on a pair of dires
Everything I touch gold, I got a pair of Midas
I'm on the plane, I brainstorm in deep thought, I'm in the air the highest
But things there say they won't care to try it
And now they wear the way I 'pare myself for greatest, gotta thank the Highest
You n*ggas fake, you can't make it lyin'
b*tch, I'm a beast, feel like I grew up in the jungle, look in my face, a lion
Feelin' East, so I told her how to hustle, I'ma make her drive it
Committed my intentions, I get ridiculous with these hoes' interests
I can't do nothin' special to these hoes, and only most get it
Three grams of hard, she cut it down to soft and now her nose itchin'
If I ain't at the crib, I'm on the road gettin' it
If I ain't on the road, I'm at the home kitchen
Heatin' up the stove in it
Bro came home from a dub, he got parole since
[Chorus]
I feel like 50 off that one game
Before the love came, them drugs came and them funds made
I knew girly was a freak when we first met, she let me f*ck face
I got a hundred fiends calllin' at once, I got a bunch of plays
I got a couple hundred ways to make a hundred K
Unc' trippin', he got PTSD, he got a hundred K's
And bro the truth, his facts he never hoop, but he be dunkin' J's
I just brought an eight-ball to the court, but I ain't finna play
Latina freak, just called, she want some di*k, I said, "Ándale"