Thankful Lyrics

Oh, let me kiss your eye

Let me wipe the tears away

Oh, let me hold you close

Let's talk to each other

I wanna hear what you gotta say

You said you broke, get a job, or go grind on the stoop

Call up some men, let them in, sit them down, there's a group

Mask them up, strap them up, and go ask for the loot

Nobody's stopping you, you gotta get your hands on some food

But right now you a scrambling fool

But listen up, because right now I'm scrambling too

I know it's tough, but giving up, what a man shouldn't do

We switch it up, strengthen up, and get back to the punch

That's how we do

I thank God for another chance to go and sell another gram

Thank Him for this gun to protect me, cause it was rough this year

Lot of robberies, lot of homies, lot of fucking tears

Victim to murder society, yeah I grew up in here

Plans on escaping us, hard to get away from here

I'm thinking of a state to hit, niggas don't make it here

All I know is hustle, put my life up in a zip lock

I stand here confused with my eyes open

I stand here confused, but I thank God

For giving me the chance to think again as one more time

And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job

If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine

Interview the hood, ask them how they feel

What a black man would do to get his kid another mil

He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill

Couple dollars for the lawyer he waiting for a apeal

I stand here confused, but I thank God

For giving me the chance to think again as one more time

And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job

If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine

Interview the hood, ask them how they feel

What a black man would do to get his kid another mil

He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill

Couple dollars for the lawyer he waiting for a apeal

That's real, no deal, I'm going hood, platinum for real

I sold a million mixed CDs, and still ain't on TV

I been independent for a minute, trying to do me

With no help, I kicked they ass like Bruce Lee

Then knocked them out like Ali, connecting them blows

Made a lot of progress on the road, I'm maintaining

Doing the opposite of food, the opposite of crumbs

My cake fluffing up and talking slice after slice

I just can't make enough, I'm doing shows now

Snow rearing up on blow pounds, a hustle with an appetite

The corner never closed down, it stays opened up

Heads get opened up, on that same corner, different murderer

Streets losing they cool, them back blocks burning up

Black suits and dresses, family getting fancy for them bad days

Twelve black limos headed that-a-way

Somebody important just passed away

The birth was given to the next gen, Master J

To us it's foolish how we live, but it amused them

Cause even though they seen the gutter, they ain't never moving

Please just sing it brother, tell them where your dude's been

Even in the pen, I'm surviving in that cool wind

Mommy home stressing daddy, gotta bring that food in

Mommy home stressing daddy, gotta bring that snack in

They're confused, but I thank God

For giving me the chance to think again as one more time

And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job

If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine

Interview the hood, ask them how they feel

What a black man to do to get his kid another meal

He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill

Couple dollars for the lawyer, he waiting for a apeal

I stand here confused, but I thank God

For giving me the chance to think again as one more time

And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job

If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine

Interview the hood, ask them how they feel

What a black man to do to get his kid another meal

He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill

Couple dollars for the lawyer, he waiting for a apeal

That's real