| My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
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| You broke, get out of the way
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| They look at me now like, «He gotta be paid»
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| I look at the game, they gotta be slaves
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| This shit ain’t never gon' stop
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| Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, «How was he raised?»
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| I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
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| Not tryna go back to them ways
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| What go around come around, my nigga, that’s karma (Karma)
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| Just trying to add another comma
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| She told me she fell in love with my persona
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| I feel like Mary, don’t want no more drama
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| I can’t get in tune with that trash
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| I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton shit
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| Pack smelling like an armpit
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| Who is that? |
| Why they calling?
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| We trap and get off it
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| My nigga, that’s cap, I know you be fraudin'
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| Come with my money, I’m not tryna bargain
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| Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starving
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| I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking
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| Problems, I saw 'em too often
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| Your bitch’d look good in the dark
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| I would’ve kicked them up out my apartment (Yeah)
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| We got this shit lit from the start
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| My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (All of 'em)
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| She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (Better be)
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| Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, «Boy, you better be cautious»
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| Phone tapped, niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted
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| I don’t ask shit 'cause I bought it (Bought it)
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| A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer)
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| Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it)
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| This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh)
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| First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (Still)
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| If they kill me, I’ll go out a martyr
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| Fuck what you talking, nobody go harder (Huh)
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| Thank God I got out of the trenches
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| Even though my niggas still in the system
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| The bitch lied if she said I ain’t kill it
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| Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her
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| The tank big enough for eight bitches
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| Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
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| Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let’s go)
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| Every car, man, it’s mine, never catch me in a rental
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| If a nigga drop a dime, my nigga, he never was with you, yeah
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| If you see a nigga with me, you already know he official
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| Young nigga rockin' icy watches on the regular, told you bitches I ain’t
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| regular, yeah, uh
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| I pull up taking niggas' bitches, I don’t mean to get you offended
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| I swear I don’t do it intentionally
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| I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me
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| Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it’s only one of me
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| Me and my nigga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me
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| I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter (Kairi)
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| I gotta go catch me a flight, but I’ll be right back by the morning (Be right
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| back)
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| I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don’t know how I want it (Know how I
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| want it)
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| This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standin' on corners,
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| six in the morning (Six in the morning, early, nigga)
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| I used to wake up at six in the morning (Wide awake, my nigga)
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| I walked right out the spot, them bitches was boring (Curve)
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| You thought them niggas was gangsters, we thought them niggas was corny (Corny)
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| I’m living legit, but’ll still get you hit while a nigga performing (Bah)
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| I was outside until six in the morning (Outside)
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| Soaking up game from OGs that did it the longest (OGs)
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| We don’t give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest
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| My youngin went H.A.M. |
| on that nigga, we gave him a bonus (That's true, yeah)
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| Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)
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| I couldn’t wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
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| Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)
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| Ain’t with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)
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| You wasn’t there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)
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| Nigga, if it’s really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)
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| Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)
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| Araab, you did it again
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| If she is not tryna fuck, I’ma go give her to friend
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| I’m living off lessons that you could only go and get from the pen' (Pen')
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| Mind racing, go and get me a pen (Pen)
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| Never mind, I ain’t wrote in a minute (Minute)
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| Glad to see her get her life together |
| Went and got a job, she ain’t smoked in a minute (Woo)
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| I been around the world and came back
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| As a matter of fact, we ain’t spoke in a minute (Spoke in a minute)
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| These lost niggas gotta know that he winning
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| Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting
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| God do, I don’t gotta forgive him (Not me)
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| He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him
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| She love a nigga, she done got with the rhythm
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| Thank God I got out of the trenches
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| Thank God I got out of the trenches
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| Even though my niggas still in the system
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| The bitch lied if she said I ain’t kill it
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| Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her
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| The tank big enough for eight bitches
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| Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
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| Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let’s go)
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| Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)
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| I couldn’t wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
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| Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)
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| Ain’t with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)
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| You wasn’t there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)
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| Nigga, if it’s really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)
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| Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank God, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп