Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thankful, artist - Montana of 300. Album song Don't Doubt The God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FLY Guy Entertainment
Song language: English
Thankful |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Swear I lost my soul when I seen Pappy in that casket |
Promised all my brothers we gon' ball hard like the Magics |
They like: «Why you be spazzin'?» |
«Lil bitch, 'cause this my passion» |
I promise I won’t stop 'till I got 20 in the Aston |
Pull up on hater, flexing like: «I'll see you later!» |
To these bitches, I’m a pimp, but I ain’t never wore no gators |
Went too crazy on my team, so now my name in the debates |
And they sayin' I’m the greatest to come out this generation |
I’m paid, bitch, I’m paid |
Give a fuck 'bout being famous |
Went from being caged to receiving hella payments |
Don’t think that I’m clueless just because I never say shit |
In my own lane, stayin' away from all that hatred |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Grew up in the projects, struggling, I never had shit |
Canned goods in the cabinet, you would think that we was fasting |
Eating once a day, had to stretch it just like gymnastics |
But nowadays, I flip through good paper just like a tablet |
Once you get shit cracking, they on your nuts like pistachios |
If you fall off, they’ll walk out on you just like a patio |
And I can’t trust a soul, so I choose to stay with that calico |
This cannon blow, your ass’ll get shot as quick as a cameo |
Play around, I’ma spray him down |
Hammer Time, he nailed |
Hella drugs, retail |
That’s how we ate, Sprewell |
Been after M’s, D12 |
That’s for sure, no sea shells |
Just moved my mamma out the fuckin' hood, V12 |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Thankful for my blessing — fully automatic weapon |
We just keep it for protection |
Promise, we ain’t being reckless with it |
Bands on top of bands, we came from nothin', so we flexing with it |
Runnin' up these checks, I swear you thought that we was testin' with it |
Nigga, we was starving |
We was fighting, we was arguing |
We was on that carpet, eight kids, three bedroom apartment |
And I ain’t can’t forget my niggas who I lost right to them trenches |
'Bout my niggas who ain’t answer questions, they just took a sentence |
Damn near lost my life 'cause I’m really spittin' what I’m livin' |
Biggie said he’ll rot in prison just to see this vision fall through |
Just to see us win, just to see us whippin' all coupes |
Just to see us livin', just to see us spendin' all blues |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |
Thankful that I’m here, could be in jail or in a casket |
Checks on top of checks, yeah, that’s why I be talkin' cash shit |
On baby, like a car seat, that strap on me up in traffic |
And everyone I knew who had it, got it doing bad shit |