Thankful
(专辑: Don't Doubt The God - 2017)
[Montana Of 300:] Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit [TaySav:] Swear I
lost my soul when I
seen Pappy in that casket Promised all my brothers we gon' ball hard like the
Magics They like: "Why you be spazzin'?" "Lil bitch, 'cause this my passion" I
promise I
won't stop 'till I
got 20 in the
Aston Pull up on hater, flexing like: "I'll see you later!" To these bitches, I'm a
pimp, but I
ain't never wore no gators Went too crazy on my team, so now my name in the
debates And they saying I'm the
greatest to come out this generation I'm paid, bitch, I'm paid Give a
fuck 'bout being famous Went from being caged to receiving hella payments Don't think that I'm clueless just because I
never say shit In my own lane, staying away from all that hatred [Montana Of 300:] Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit Grew up in the
projects, struggling, I
never had shit Canned goods in the
cabinet, you would think that we was fasting Eating once a
day, had to stretch it just like gymnastics But nowadays, I
flip through good paper just like a
tablet Once you get shit cracking, they on your nuts like pistachios If you fall off, they'll walk out on you just like a
patio And I
can't trust a
soul, so I
choose to stay with that calico This cannon blow, your ass'll get shot as quick as a
cameo Play around, I'ma spray him down Hammer Time, he nailed Hella drugs, retail That's how we ate, Sprewell Been after M's, D12 That's for sure, no sea shells Just moved my mamma out the
fucking hood, V12 Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit [BuDouble:] Thankful for my blessing, fully automatic weapon We just keep it for protection Promise, we ain't being reckless with it Bands on top of bands, we came from nothing, so we flexing with it Running up these checks, I
swear you thought that we was testing with it Nigga, we was starving We was fighting, we was arguing We was on that carpet, eight kids, three bedroom apartment And I
ain't can't forget my niggas who I
lost right to them trenches 'Bout my niggas who ain't answer questions, they just took a
sentence Damn near lost my life 'cause I'm really spitting what I'm living Biggie said he'll rot in prison just to see this vision fall through Just to see us win, just to see us whipping all coupes Just to see us living, just to see us spending all blues [Montana Of 300:] Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit Thankful that I'm here, could be in jail or in a
casket Checks on top of checks, yeah, that's why I
be talking cash shit On baby, like a
car seat, that strap on me up in traffic And everyone I
knew who had it, got it doing bad shit