| I was always thought to be thankful
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| You know?
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| Thankful for every fuckin' thing that you got, you dig?
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| First there was one set of footprints in the sand
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| We do so much in these streets homie, man
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| No, once was a boy who now became a man
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| I can’t be mad about shit dowg, you know
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| God bless the child who can hold his own
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| God bless the child who can get to the check
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| You told him to grow up, and now he’s all grown
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| You know what’s up with me homie
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| What if I didn’t shoot back?
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| What if I seat and let you get wracked?
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| What if I put it in the meal and you didn’t get that?
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| What if it was your pair of socks that was big smatch?
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| You do all the snatching but this time you got your shit snatched
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| Think if I didn’t pay this «bag pay»?
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| What if I didn’t go to hole, but I always meet you half way
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| What if no blunts was in this extray
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| Would you be ready to roll on this roll to get this bag of yay?
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| What if tomorrow was your last day?
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| Ever wake up in the morning just to find out you passed away
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| You been listening to every word that the pastor say
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| Just forgetting you have to pray, you got to say:
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| Thank you
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| For everything I done been through
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| For everything I did and I didn’t do
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| For every night in the pen, no one to visit you
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| For givin' me the streets to see the bullshit this niggas do
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| Thank you
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| For everything that I lost too
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| For making me have to go make me boss newly
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| For every night in that pen I couldn’t get through to you
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| For giving me the street to see this bullshit this bitch do
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| Thank you
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| What if I took it and didn’t pay for it?
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| What if I woke up to it and didn’t have to wait for it?
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| What if we just gon do it and don’t say the date for it?
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| Think if I just seat here and do nothing they gon hate more
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| Used to always kicking theirs, now its your door
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| Used to lay them down on theirs, now is your floor
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| What if it was in one of theirs, that’s was your boy?
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| Gasing up for ass threw it over and took four more
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| What if you didn’t run that bread light
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| And them kids crossing the streets, then see you flashing your head lights
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| What if I didn’t have my bread right?
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| Would you except it if you used to expecting brown but it stayed white
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| You saying yeah, what if I say I’ll bite?
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| What if they playin on sending bullets your way and I looked and said aightt?!
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| Think if it was you walking through this winder
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| Looking for a heat, just don’t think I don’t remember
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| (Lord)
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| Thank you
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| For everything I done been through
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| For everything I did and I didn’t do
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| For every night in the pen, no one to visit you
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| For givin' me the streets to see the bullshit this niggas do
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| Thank you
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| For everything that I lost too
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| For making me have to go make me boss newly
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| For every night in that pen I couldn’t get through to you
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| For giving me the street to see this bullshit this bitch do
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| Thank you
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| Thank you for counting me out
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| Thank you for making me the underdog
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| Thank you for all the hatred
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| Think if I’ve posted all the comments in a modji
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| What if I just posted all this «bommas"in this rollie
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| What if I just take off all this jewerly would they know me?
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| What if I say I’m trying to find my way would they show me?
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| What if I tryed to keep it rolling and they tryed to hold me
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| Would you still be here if I let all this shit control me?
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| Think if I did let this bullshit coming for me
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| What if my kids had to go through all this by they lonely
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| What if I wasn’t so consistent and I did it slowly?
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| Think if that 300.000 $, you say I owe you, you owe me!
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| What if I told you I listened to everything you told me?
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| Just to do it different from every way that you showed me, now I’m telling you:
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| Thank you
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| Thank you
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| For everything I done been through
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| For everything I did and I didn’t do
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| For every night in the pen, no one to visit you
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| For givin' me the streets to see the bullshit this niggas do
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| Thank you
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| For everything that I lost too
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| For making me have to go make me boss newly
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| For every night in that pen I couldn’t get through to you
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| For giving me the street to see this bullshit this bitch do
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| Thank you
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| (I just wanna say, I just wanna say
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| Thank you…) |