Thank God (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

My **** was hungry, went and 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 ever gonna stop, **** turn rats

You thinkin' like, how is he raised, I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed

Not trying to go back to them ways

What go around come around, my ****, that's karma

Just trying 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 Louie my bags, you know that Vuitton shit, pack smelling like an armpit

Who is that, why they calling? We trap and get off it

My **** that's cap I know you be froggin', count me my money I'm not tryin' to bargain

Cramps in my stomach, a **** was starving, I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking

Problems, I saw them too often

Yo bitch look good in the dark, I woulda kick them up out my apartment

We got this shit lit from the start

My cousin called me, I accept all the charges

She got a big mouth her head, it better be awesome (Better be)

**** rather you be dead, my momma said, "Boy, you better be cautious"

Phone tapped **** 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 having problems at the border

If they kill me I'll go out a martyr

Fuck what you talking nobody go harder

Thank god I got out of the trenches even though my **** still in the system

The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it, man, you know I'll never ever forgive her

The tank big enough for eight bitches, rich bitches, big bitches, **** listen

Big, but ya hit different, yeah, let's go

Every car man is mine never catch me in a rental

If a **** drop a dime, my ****, he never was with you

Yeah, if you see a **** wit me you already know he official

Young **** rocking icy watches on the regular

Told you bitches I ain't regular yeah, uh

I pull up taking **** bitches that 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 lotta sons in this industry, my ****, it's only one of me

Me and my **** East we from the same side so he like a cousin to me

I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter

I gotta go catch me a flight, but I'll be right back by the morning

I used to be hungry at night, these **** don't know how I want it

This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standing on corners

Six in the morning, I used to wake up at six in the morning

I walked right out of the spot, them bitches was boring

You thought them **** was gangstas

We thought them **** was corny, I'm living legit, but I'll still get you hit while a **** performing

I was outside until six in the morning

Soaking up game from OG's that did it the longest

We don't give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest

My youngin' went ham on that ****, we gave him a bonus

Cop some grass, smoke some dope, I couldn't wear a mask when I was broke (I was broke)

Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat

Ain't with the scuffling, nah, shoot his throat

You wasn't there when I was broke

****, if it's really lit, just lemme know

Just get the F&N and let it go

Arab you did it again, if she is not tryna fuck

I'ma go give her to a friend, I'm living off lessons that you can only get from the Pen

Mind racing, go and get me a pen, never mind, I ain't wrote in a minute

Glad to see her get her life together, went and got a job, she ain't smoked in a minute

I've been around the world and came back

As a matter of fact, we ain't spoke in a minute

These lost **** gotta know that he winning

Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting, God do, I don't gotta forgive him

He gotta hustle I might gotta get with him

She love a ****, 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 **** still in the system

The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it, man, you know I'll never ever forgive her

The tank big enough for eight bitches, rich bitches, big bitches, **** listen

Big, but ya hit different, yeah, let's go

Cop some grass, smoke some dope, I couldn't wear a mask when I was broke

Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat

Ain't with the scuffling, nah, shoot his throat

You wasn't there when I was broke

****, if it's really lit, just lemme know

Just get the F&N and let it go