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Thank God
by Yo Money MSC
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Thank God He still make real niggas
If He didn't I would be nonexistent
Money don't make you real nigga
But a broke nigga is nonexistent
No pun intended
No man perfect but the one descendent
Judas with me but I refused to listen
Nothin beat a double cross but a crucifixion
Now that's Tru Religion
Shout out to my fake partners
You the reason why they make choppas
911 emergency
Can you please send us a snake doctor
My eyes open
My heart closed
Blood thirsty like a shark nose
Dark clothes that's WARdrobe
Put a hundred holes in yo car does
Hundred rounds in my cargos
I wish you wells fargo
Nigga cross me
Get crossed out
Put that beam on ya like a barcode
Ran away from my group home
Got adopted by John Gotti
My first body was a nobody
My second body knew everybody
My first car was a old Chrysler
I drove that bitch like a Maserati
Nigga talk shit when you ain't got shit
But when I got rich they still talked about me like
Thank God He still make real niggas
If He didn't I would be nonexistent
Money don't make you real nigga
But a broke nigga is nonexistent
No pun intended
No man perfect but the one descendent
Judas with me but I refused to listen
Nothin beat a double cross but a crucifixion
Now that's Tru Religion
Shout out to my fake partners
You the reason why they make choppas
911 emergency
Can you please send us a snake doctor
My eyes open
My heart closed
Blood thirsty like a shark nose
Dark clothes that's WARdrobe
Put a hundred holes in yo car does
Hundred rounds in my cargos
I wish you wells fargo
Nigga cross me
Get crossed out
Put that beam on ya like a barcode
Ran away from my group home
Got adopted by John Gotti
My first body was a nobody
My second body knew everybody
My first car was a old Chrysler
I drove that bitch like a Maserati
Nigga talk shit when you ain't got shit
But when I got rich they still talked about me like
