Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank God I Made It, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Burden of Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Griselda
Song language: English
Thank God I Made It |
Yeah |
Mic check, one-two |
Uh-huh |
(Hit-Boy) |
Only can talk about this real shit, 'cause that’s what I been through |
Yeah |
Yo |
I was raised by a woman, so shout out to single mothers |
Who had to teach their teenage boys to use rubbers |
Gettin' calls home from school, then wonderin', why she buggin' |
'Cause that’s just more stress to add on top of strugglin' |
Few things I wanna show you, 'cause I feel like owe you |
You made me the man I am today, I never told you |
Dressed me in hand me down 'cause you couldn’t afford Polo |
How it feel to see your two oldest boys' names on logos? |
Had to protect my family, so we played with guns |
I can’t respect the man who don’t raise his son |
Then you blame the white man on what they become |
A gangster, but reality of it is, you made him one |
Real niggas look in the mirror and see each other |
I look in my nephew eyes and I see my brother |
Sometimes I gotta look away 'cause it hurt so much |
How that nigga died so young and he was worth so much? |
(Damn) |
Put your hands together for the work of the Most High (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I put my hands together and I pray, all night (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
'Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I’m flippin' my dreams 'til they all come true (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it |
And you gon' make it too (Ah-ha) |
This what happens when yout take a path they force you to take |
Like of course you gon' break and leave no remorse on your face |
'Cause somebody just got life in the courtroom today |
When I walk, my chains make the sound my fork used to make |
It remind me daily, all that’s sayin' is you gotta pay me |
That kinda crazy, find a new hustle, this not the '80s |
That ain’t gangster, how y’all rockin', y’all droppin' babies |
And that ain’t fly shit y’all be rockin', y’all mockin' ladies |
With no diplomas, we was soldiers, we got 380s |
Put a hundred mil' in my pocket, it’s not gon' change me |
I just signed a deal with the Roc and I got more wavy |
Need a spot to hide the paper, the profit done got so crazy |
Hol' up, just today I swear I felt my brother’s spirit |
Writin' all this shit and, damn, I hope my brother hear it |
Niggas scared of the Butcher, I know suckas fear it |
'Cause niggas like me only come around every other era (Ah) |
Put your hands together for the work of the Most High (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I put my hands together and I pray, all night (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
'Cause the struggle is real but the hustle is too (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I’m flippin' my dreams 'til they all come true (Ah-ha, ah-ha) |
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it |
And you gon' make it too (Ah-ha) |