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