As 4 Me

Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison For my brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions I banked on the feeling, told my motha what the deal is How you grow up with the rich and now you wanna be a villain Had a hunch and then I did it, it's money in the written They fronted I ain't trippin' It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position Where I'm from it be the spirits Tell 'em keep it quick n' stay the fuck up out the business Give a fuck about a critic, wasn't in the trenches All the thunder in my chest niggas wasn't interfering Cop a bunch if I could spare it, I struggle with appearance Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands Said I enough the with the comparing, a lotta love I couldn't cherish Through the tunnel seen a glare, all that cluster isn't karats I know it touch you when you hear it It's always one up in the air, ay my love I be embarrassed You only stumble when you caring, one the wonders of the ferris No more huddles in despair, the overcoming been apparent No more muzzle full of fear, running into terror I said thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison For my brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison For my brotha and my sista Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison For my brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions I banked on the feeling