Thank God

(Araabmuzik) My nigga 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 shit ain't never gon' stop Niggas 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 nigga, that's karma (karma) Just tryin' 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 shit Pack smellin' like an armpit Who is that? Why they callin'? We trap and get off it My nigga, that's cap, I know you be fraudin' Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starvin' I listen to Lox so I hardly was talkin' Problems, I saw 'em too often Your bitch'd look good in the dark I would've kicked them up out my apartment (yeah) We got this shit 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) Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, "Boy, you better be cautious" (whoa) Phone tapped, niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted I don't ask shit '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 havin' problems at the border (still) If they kill me, I'll go out a martyr Fuck what you talkin', nobody go harder (huh) Thank God I got out of the trenches Even though my niggas still in the system The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her The tank big enough for eight bitches Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go) Every car, man, it's mine, never catch me in a rental If a nigga drop a dime, my nigga, he never was with you Yeah, if you see a nigga with me, you already know he official Young nigga rockin' icy watches on the regular Told you bitches I ain't regular, yeah, uh I pull up takin' niggas' bitches, I don't mean to get you offended I swear I don't do it intentionally I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it's only one of me Me and my nigga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter (Kairi) I gotta go catch me a flight, but I'll be right back by the mornin' (be right back) I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don't know how I want it (know how I want it) This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standin' on corners Six in the mornin' (six in the mornin', early, nigga) I used to wake up at six in the mornin' (wide awake, my nigga) I walked right out the spot, them bitches was borin' (curve) You thought them niggas was gangsters, we thought them niggas was corny (corny) I'm livin' legit, but'll still get you hit while a nigga performin' (bah) I was outside until six in the mornin' (outside) Soakin' up game from OG's that did it the longest (OG's) We don't give a fuck what you smokin', this shit is the strongest My youngin' went H-A-M on that nigga, we gave him a bonus (let's go, yeah) 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, mm) Ain't with the scufflin', shoot his fro, mm (shoot his) You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (when I was broke, yeah) Nigga, 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) Araab, you did it again If she is not tryna fuck, I'ma go get with her friend I'm livin' off lessons that you could only go and get from the pen' (pen') Mind racin', 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 niggas gotta know that he winnin' Big blunt, Prada on when he shittin' God do, I don't gotta forgive him (not me) He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him She love a nigga, she done got with the rhythm Thank God I got out of the trenches Thank God I got out of the trenches Even though my niggas still in the system The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her The tank big enough for eight bitches Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go) Yeah, 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, mm) Ain't with the scufflin', shoot his fro, mm (shoot his) You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (when I was broke, yeah) Nigga, 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)