Thank God (feat. 21 Savage)

(Hitmaka)

Yeah

Came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Have a good time, the hard times show up

Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Stood solid, never let niggas ho us

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Show your credentials, who you akin to? (that's it)

Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? (uh-huh)

Hit you on your records, you soundin' very high (uh-huh)

But what you done did the nigga can verify (uh)

No corroboration, ain't no conversation

Just a bunch of a cap mixed with a lot of hatin'

Went from hand to hand at the serving station

To makin' a hundred-and-fifty grand just off day trainin'

And man, we know you ain't did the shit you said there

Where I come from, you end up a dead man

Playin' 'round, where a nigga die for stayin' down

The neighborhood we can't build it faster than they tear it down

Black man fire, and homie, I hear sirens

White police firin', homie, and they silent

Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose

Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school, damn

Have a good time, the hard times show up

Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Stood solid, never let niggas ho us

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Body took a minute but we got it in (21)

Lost a couple m's, lost a couple friends (on God)

Gotta take some losses if you wanna win

Disrespect, it's damn near mandatory that we gotta spin (brrt)

Tryna hibernate, we give his nest the kin (21)

Encore, fuck it, hit they block again (on God)

I embrace the struggle 'cause I understand

Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a fuckin' man (21)

Livin' by the code, I don't talk to police (never)

Stand up when I'm pissin', can't no nigga ho me (pussy)

Rapping like I'm preachin', all my bars holy

You flexin' for the 'gram, that is not your rollie (21)

Pockets overweight and all my opps bony (facts)

Sucker shit or hater shit, I'm not condonin' (never)

See it in your eyes, all your love phony (21)

Stabbed me in my back and then he tried to bro me (21)

Have a good time, the hard times show up

Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Stood solid, never let niggas ho us

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Research information [?] (I am)

I'm bendin' knees, searchin' for my life's purpose (amen)

Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? (no)

You're mistaken and most churches is extortion

What the bible say 'bout faith without work? Huh (damn)

You can still do everything right and get murked, huh

Think to support education they ain't learn (uh-huh)

Still hate, got 'em killin' and they turnt (go)

Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle (like who?)

Like bankroll fresh and the king of Alabama

Doe b, peanut da don and lil chink

Dex osama, camouflage back in the day

Then there was dolla, lil snupe, triple x, and mac dre

Man, every day a blessin', learned that shit from hustle

Don't take that shit for granted, do yourself some damage

In a mansion with expensive granite, tryna understand it

Have a good time, the hard times show up

Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

Stood solid, never let niggas ho us

I done came a long way to make it here

Gotta thank God that I made it here

I did the prayer 'fore ciara ever did that prayer

I said, lord, send me a nigga that don't hit me in the eye on Friday

And got a job, and can read

And I got one

I met my husband

And he wasn't gon' let me

He wasn't gon' let me fuckin' sell dope

And at the time I was a check forger for the rest of the league

Got on the check forgin' game

And he was just a christian nigga, he wanted everything to go right

Fucked around and, I fell in love with him

And got a job at mcdonald's, [?]

Road for four dollars and twenty-seven cents an hour

I'm like, who the fuck do this shit?

This is whacker than a motherfucker

Is this what Jesus told you niggas to do

To work for four dollars and twenty-five cents

An hour and y'all ain't stealin' shit?

So you know me, I started stealin' from mcdonald's, nigga

As I ring you up, I rung you out

Fuck y'all laughing at?