Lyrics Thank God - Caleborate, Moms, Cadence

Thank God

I miss the old days
Playstation, Vice City
Bike riding
Orange cassette tape
Happy Meal eating slow days
Way before tuition checks
Before I needed row game
Before I needed weed or alcohol to get the hoes man
Before everybody rapped and made they own clothes
Before they raised the rent and kicked us all out of our homes
Uh, this for my niggas that hold me down like a team
'Cause fake shit fades like washing out old jeans
Ah, I know you gotta love this shit
Ain’t got a deal, but use my niggas as my publisher
All that bull that they gon throw
Man, I’m above that shit
I been on my job
Oh wait, you already knew that
Ok, I brought my flow back
This underground like lojack
But soon to be above the rim
And shining like a Kodak
I push my aunty whip, when she get sick, to see a bitch
And pray that granny ain’t looking at me, in a fit, finna tell jesus
You could smite his ass down if you want to
He actin' like a fool
Wanna rap before he go to school
Well I prefer writing raps before taking those two
And turning papers in is not gon get my niggas paid
Uh, please know that I know where home is
But going from home to home can kinda make you feel homeless, and soulless
Broken home make me feel unwanted
But Berkeley helped me closer
Gave me lessons I can’t forfeit
Uh, so thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate
I know all my niggas out there gon relate
Everything I am made me everything I ain’t
And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint
No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill
And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin
I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind
I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end
Get this money up, get this money
It’s on mind mind whenever aunty say she’ll kick me out
Way to old not to have my own house
And sneak girls in and try to fuck them on this couch
But when the sun up, I know my time will come up
And if a nigga got a problem with it he could run up
Uh, I stay ready.
I just lace my shoes
Had to do it twice
They thought last year was a flook
Uh, but it wasn’t
I mean what is left for me to prove?
Second project, and got one on my computer too
I stayed away from girls that tried to tie me down
New boys, same motto
Grinding 'til I hit the lotto
Got no time for a girl if she can’t push me
I’d rather split the bill together than incur all the fees
So while you hoes with no plans wanna be eatin' off me
Aw yeah, girls getting college degrees
Or working full time jobs
That’s what a nigga need
With all the hopes to hold me down and see me become my greatest
I hope I’m getting millions by the time Berkeley play this
I hope you listen close and pay attention when I say this
Uh, I thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate
I know all my niggas out there gon relate
Everything I am made me everything I ain’t
And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint
No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill
And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin
I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind
I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end
Uh, so thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate
I know all my niggas out there gon relate
Everything I am made me everything I ain’t
And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint
No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill
And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin
I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind
I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end
Everything is relative
You can’t just be great on the stage
You have to be great in every area, every aspect of your career
You have to be a man of your word
You cannot, you cannot promise something and not deliver
So promise less and deliver more
Because in that way, you’re always winning