THANKFUL/ LOCKED IN Lyrics

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Long live the OG's DMX and Kobe

Heatin up the summer man you know I'm from the Show-Me

I tell em my feelings and she pray I don't get cold feet

The fuckery goin' on in my city hella OD

Luxuries in life that I'm gettin

Got me feelin

Hella expensive

Expanding my interest

Standing on 10 looking at some shit you see on your pinterest

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The time put in paying dividends

Got my degree in business

So I'm all about my bucks like Brady an them

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Time to pray again

Blessings keep rollin in

Doin chin ups on the rim getting swole again

Vintage D Wade you know how 3 get to going in

Thankful as hell cause there's angels all around me

I could tell

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Aye

Aye

Rose got me on my ass I never drink

Go in the booth an spazz but I never tweak

I know they don't understand that's OK tho

Bags coming in got my brodie on the payroll

Trynna find my purpose in a pandemic

Tell em' all the truth and they can't get it

Can't see the picture I'm enhancing it

Started losing count of who they canceling

Stopped giving a fuck about fitting in

And now I'm going places that they can't get in

Her gram poppin so she think she made it

Took a leaf to the dome now we faded

It's me an the same team we never traded

Came from the

Basement

Ran it up like asics

Flowin stupid but I'm educated

Took this music shit and elevated

Young and dedicated

Thankful for the ones saying I'd never make it

Damn

Ay

Look

Why would I concede it?

I am undefeated

There is just too many people that I don't believe in

Shorty sendin books

I'm not even reading

Focused on my vision but

I can't even see it

Why you sendin love?

I don't even need it

Nah gimme that harsh shit

That rip out your heart shit

The wheels start spinning its hard not to get car sick

The feels been different had to move out the apartment

But we good now

Got my shorty on the road so we good now

Make up for lost time we should now

Rollie been dancin

Shit a buss down

Reminiscing on who I would buss down

Callin up they lines trynna fuck

Cause I was young and I was stuck

In between what I need and what I want

Doin way too much

Thinking it's not enough

On the road to the money they mad I'm in the front

Trynna steer me from the progress

It's harder when you god sent

Don't even think I'm conscious I'm just floating round

The top feels so good when you come from the ground

Had some shorties holding out

Told me they was holding down

Now they sick I'm goin on em now

Long as my momma proud I don't worry bout what they been talkin bout

3 Countries in 8 hours I'm ballin out

Hard work dedication and too many hours

Can't count up all the times I was counted out

Now it's all smiles

Nothin to frown about

Locked inside the booth

Call you when I get out

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Feelin like confession but I'm rappin I ain't catholic

Visions of The Otherside don't come with distractions

Got my short cheffin this ain't a plate

This a palette

It's coming to me like It's automatic

I use to stress about getting it

Way before I had it

Heard em chit chattin

That was all static

Had to make some moves

Now I pick and choose

What I wanna do

If I'm not in the mood

I go another route

Counting up the wins cause I never lose

Where I live the views

Is something to do

And we postin every day to let em know about it

I rather live my life

Not make a show about it

Another year gone

They been flying by

All this distance on my mind

Lemme tell you why

Hm