Street Sermon Lyrics

If you woke up, get on your knees

And go thank God for that

A lot of niggas not alive

So you got time for that

Prison robbed me for a dime and I thank God for that

That's really where I found him at

Shit that make them suffer, make me tougher

I thank God for that

Wish I could get my grandmama back

But she gave your dude a lot of jewels

And I thank God for that

When my oldest child was born

I wish you was alive for that

I can't be selfish, you in heaven, I thank God for that

Man, I thank God for that

Life the biggest lesson, I thank God for that

Accept my curses and my blessings

I thank God for that

2009 a bad year, my haters prayed for that

Took my whips, my house, my cash, my pounds

I was all taken back

They gave me eight years straight

Man I hated that

But I'm a real one, always knew I was gone make it back

Not a missing tooth, no stab wounds

And everything intact

And sucker shit

No nigga could never attach my name to that

Kids getting bigger every visit, where they make 'em at?

Y'all just couldn't talk

I'm like, man where the fuck my babies at?

And my kids won't be that smart if they have stayed with dad

They speak eloquent

A+'s, when they grades is back

Plus, they respectful, they got manners

Ain't behaving bad

I'm proud of both of y'all

I probably don't be saying that

Yoll non drawing, scribbling ass pictures

Couldn't wait for that

Yoll mom left me for dead

To me, she always gone be fake for that

Freedom, money... Grab your scale

Where you'll weigh 'em at?

For me, it's easy, give me freedom

Y'all can take the racks

Cause I can make it back

Every day that I wake up

Man, I thank God for that

Plus, I'm free, so that's a double, I thank God for that

I make wishes out of nightmares

I thank God for that

I don't trust bitches, I don't care

And I thank God for that

How my baby mama had me, I ain't got no time for that

In my feelings, tripping like I ain't got no time to trap

But thinking back on all the times

Man, I thank God for that

I probably missed a play

Where they was trying to rob me at

So everything that's good or bad

Man, I thank God for that

Wish I could get my grandmama back

But she gave your dude a lot of jewels

And I thank God for that

I can't be selfish, you in heaven

I thank God for that

Trying to make a living out it

Lot of niggas die to trap

US roulette, these streets can be a suicidal act

Million niggas gone

Funeral homes, they keep a job for that

Man, how the fuck do they be busier than laundromats?

Everybody got a gift, let's all thank God for that

I got a chance to talk my shit

So I thank God for rap

Give a fuck who I offend, where the kaffirs at?

Pushing church like Gangsta Boo

Man where them dollars at?

Ghetto gospel, we the choir, take your dollars back

Real nigga, no gimmicks

I hope that you all admire that

But how the fuck the preacher get the bread to buy a lac?

Ironic that the ones he lying to

The ones providing that

All my niggas home from prison

Man, thank God for that

All of our families, they thank God for that

Middle finger to you snitches, boy, we different

I thank God for that

On Grandma Lee, man, I thank God for that

I ain't perfect, I acknowledge that

Nigga from Columbus, J paid me, I ain't write him back

Police thirsty watching, what the fuck you hating on

Waiting for me to make the same mistake with Jceon'

Hear my music, people ask how I ain't make it yet

Oh yeah, I made it jack

Came a long way from the payphones and all them ramen packs

On God, the chili flavor was my favorite pack

Summer dogs, shabangs and Velveeta on the bagel slap

And I'm still blessed

Any hater hope that I don't make it, hope you still stressed

Should I be upset? I'm almost forty with no deal yet

Cause I've been selling drugs since ninety six

And I ain't killed yet

I'm grateful