Thank You ft. TapDaddy Lyrics

Start this off like Pac

Dear mama and papa

Keep ya head up for the stars

This ain't gospel, but clap along

Or laugh it off, if you wanna

Without Y'all, I'd be a goner

Thank Y'all, that I'm not one

You gave me dope role models

To follow, stop the sorrow

So I could see tomorrow

Bitter truths out to swallow

You told the fools to stop

Always gave a nod

And kept my logic proper

So long as I was honest

I'd get a lot accomplished

Hey, ma

The other day I was gone

Flipping through my diagnostics

Saw my IQ was just off

The minimum claiming my part

In MENSA

Let's start proper

My speed for me to process

Who's speaking got lethargic

I seen it when in college

When preached at by the prof

Always felt I'd fall

Off the pace that they'd been on

Especially when they'd talk

In accents, speech would not

Register easily and once

I comprehend they went beyond

All My abilities so long

As communication is lost

And misinterpretation's strong

Their intentions mean nada

Psych said what's constant

In my noggin was I always

Got sensitive to sound

Long as there's convo's around

While lectures go on I'd breakdown

Because I just can't tune em out

Either too fast or slow my ground

Got shaky when being crowded

By people who don't know how

Badly I'd sew shut their mouth

Glad when you were out and about

You had my papers that accept

That I really been on the spectrum

You gave me the greatest present

My peers been praying to get

A diagnosis that read

Accurately

It's been said

That for every four in 10

BPD, Post Traumatic Stress

Label that doctors give

The tism ain't get recognition

Masking made them blend in

Might be lucky in that respect

Cuz through my recollections

Of why my upbringing was separate

From my friends it's for the best

In worlds that loved to reject

Others that don't think like them

Start this off like Pac

Dear mama and papa

Keep ya head up for the stars

This ain't gospel, but clap along

Or laugh it off, if you wanna

Without Y'all, I'd be a goner

Thank Y'all, that I'm not one

You gave me dope role models

To follow, stopping the sorrow

So that I could see tomorrow

Bitter truths out to swallow

You told the fools to stop

Always gave a nod

And kept my logic proper

So long as I was honest

I'd get a lot to accomplish

Hello father

I don't wanna be a bother

And We glossed over this talk

Bout my sense not being common

Among my friends, you wanted

Independence to be locked in

And my thinking to be solid

In every state regardless

Of how gassed up I got

Back to thank how you taught

Me not to lack and get caught

By those who grabbing your guap

Those who babble bout their trauma

'spite them being strangers talking

Follow the dough, not the arguments

Finessed in their drops

Lessons weren't at all calmin

If they were, how'd I evolve?

Dad I always have pondered

I don't think I ever brought

It up

Mom said that your strong suit

Isn't extroversion

Lemme get the correct wording

Our mentals' reflections of each other

The question that been bubbling's

We had friends But we seldom

Acknowledged them as such

We had special interests

Getting Almost obsessive

Salivated on the whips we'd love

And we tend to interpret

Whatever's sent to us

On the nose At face value

Cuz we never faced values

Unless they in our face now you

Speculate what I'll ask?

Do we both have

The sperg gene with no pants?

Fit the same pocket get the bag

Thankfully I didn't get lashed at

No belt buckles snapping

Cuz if they treated my ass

Like they did to you then I'd manage

To wind in an establishment

With bars for windows, padded cells

The Only order leaves my mouth's

Restraints they corral me into

Now the path I'd get to's

Kinder no suprise the world's

An egg I'll have a crack to switch to

Yolk those who laugh I'm next to

Move on to the math that's sent to

Me, spreadsheets, taxes,

Stock investments, banking

Let's do risk assessing back to back

I guess I am

Like the others in that facet

Cuz I felt that I oversat it

No wonder that I can't

Understand how the cash would flow

But how a rap would flow

And how fast I would go

To success your hand would show me

Start this off like Pac

Dear mama and papa

Keep ya head up for the stars

This ain't gospel, but clap along

Or laugh it off, if you wanna

Without Y'all, I'd be a goner

Thank Y'all, that I'm not one

You gave me dope role models

To follow, stopping the sorrow

So that I could see tomorrow

Bitter truths out to swallow

You told the fools to stop

Always gave a nod

And kept my logic proper

So long as I was honest

I'd get a lot to accomplish

Dear hip hop

I know I don't spit like Dot

My beats isn't like Doc

And people with fixed noggin

Think I'm mimicking Marshall

Think my pitch been the cause

Of why pricks think I'll flop

Rest assured I cannot

I'm set to get my Masterlock

Without keys to crack it apart

The twist being my teeth been armed

But never seen reapers in war

Best believe if I got

Bars then the kick back been large

Wishing wood what your tablesaw

While I Spruced up my place along

With a way to stay on top

If being myself means I'm caught

Jerking it to models

If I like them and sample all them

So be it my Sweetie fox-y

Even Quavo wanna copy

But Russian then Stalin

You crane your neck to knock it

Got poland mags Czech me poppin'

I'm Hungary to go sock em

The boot a pissed, I drop em

You rope me inside of the Drama

To be more frank than Macron

Put a germ in your song

Eiffel the Towers and all

Reject anyone that spar

Except SF, we on

20 members like tentacle cocks

No comics heckler's cocked

Testing us sending a shot

Round for Round relentless sound off

Till we mute competitors

You know how we connect catalogues

I found quantities of artist

Who been autist

So taxing it's worth an audit

Shoutout Nerve and J. Plantana

We pull from schemes of Black Thoughts

Our steps got us ballin

Like our set been out of Harlem

Globe Tariq Trotters fool

Our Questlove all our Roots

Ain't an emcee stopped my crew

The local scene propped me, too

And no release Imma use

That's been weak on the shoots

Kick it like cleats walk in our shoes

The only scheme that I knew's

To speak pedantically used

To hang people out for news

But now I keep more slack, choose

Assets who don't yap abusing

My time on the planet, amusing

How 8 Billion show their hands

Like they're asking for loads of cash

It's beggar's belief, I stashed

So many teams getting the bag

When they leaching off of my ass like