Thank the Lord

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Roll up some weed please)

Thank the Lord for every day, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? (Gettin' high)

(Roc that shit out, Hari)

I thank the Lord for better days (Really)

(Shout out to that boy Cyrus, he murked this, you know what I'm sayin'?)

Yeah

**** did some flaw shit, I ain't tryna talk it out

Shout out to my ****, the ones who passed, for y'all, we poppin' out

Woke up thirty thousand rich, brand-new drop in my account

I get money when I ain't movin', make deposits on the couch

I stuff cash all in my safe and I stuff dick all in her mouth

Get your bitch up out my face, she want this shit, I dick her down

**** came through, tried to run me over like they couldn't go around

Got the drop and had to spank the bitch, thought we couldn't gun her down

Pussy better think twice 'cause I got this bling on (Bling on)

I still'll off a **** with my rings on (With my rings on)

From the jungle, I go ape, beat on my chest like King Kong

Chopper hit a **** house, his doorbell ring like ding-dong (Oh, yeah)

Yeah, lately, I been runnin' from my demons

Take a flick, put drip all in they face so they can see it

If I speak on shit I seen or did, they wouldn't believe it

I mapped her face while I be dreamin' 'cause I don't do cheatin'

I'm still that same ****, lil' bit chiller, just give me a reason

I see brains, ****, left me chilly, after that, couldn't feel it

Been through pain, ****, I put tears and pistols in the river

I asked God for pity, but I wouldn't have no pity for no killer

I don't like to talk a lot, what's up with that money, ****?

Claimin' that you gettin' to the paper, I don't see no hundreds with you

Streets gettin' hotter than a toaster, keep that thirty on you

My lil' brother ain't nothin' but fifteen, still put that thirty on you

**** did some flaw shit, I ain't tryna talk it out

Shout out to my ****, the ones who passed, for y'all, we poppin' out

Woke up thirty thousand rich, brand-new drop in my account

I get money when I ain't movin', make deposits on the couch

I stuff cash all in my safe and I stuff dick all in her mouth

Get your bitch up out my face, she want this shit, I dick her down

**** came through, tried to run me over like they couldn't go around

Got the drop and had to spank the bitch, thought we couldn't gun her down

Thought we couldn't gun her down

Bitch

Like we couldn't gun her down

Got that drop, blaow, blaow, blaow

Let's do it

Yeah