THANK GOD ft. HADDY RACKS Lyrics

All we know is hustle, we was all muscle, ask kuzzo

I've seen a hundred grand with the fam, learned young they don't love you, thank God for the struggle

It turned me to a man, on them cold nights, under pole lights

Get it your price, we was by the stove, right

Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle

It made me who I am, yeah, rose from the hallway

Grip in a stash box, trunk full of oye, my phone clickin' all day

Powder so pure for the nose, they adore me

Couple zones, get it for the low, you can call me

Always got it on me, I never lack

Hand on the Bible, this is Cort, so I'll never rat

Triple beam stands in that kitchen, had to measure that

Raised in the crack era, on God, I'll never crack, never that

I remember rent due, rats, leaks, lights off, gas heat

Trap suites and windows with the bed sheets

Minimum wage, inspired all my criminal ways

Thank God I ain't biddin' up state

See they all stand tall till they sit in a cage

And see they wife and kids visitin' a prisoner's gate

Damn, it could've been me, grippin' on the 80

The streets was all crazy, the struggles what made me

All we know is hustle, we was all muscle, ask kuzzo

I've seen a hundred grand with the fam

Learned young they don't love you, Thank God for the struggle

It turned me to a man, on them cold nights

Under pole lights, get it your price

We was by the stove, right

Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle

It made me who I am

I wanna live life enormous and toast about it

When you die, all they gon' do is use you for clout

Post about it, you know Racks

Survival in the trap is mad real

Hustlin' like a single-parent mother with mad bills

Seen a young nigga get his mother and dad killed

His sister got away, but his brother got stabbed still

That dope'll get you poppin

But the Fetanyl is like Travis Scott

It'll have a nigga droppin

My homie got caught with a Mac in a cab

They pulled him over, they seen him put a crack in his ass

That's why now I'm supplying the Buddha

Seen the cops kill an old man and he was just ridin' his Scooter

Soon as I buy more pounds, I'm supplying the movers

When I get more guns, I'm supplying the shooters

Haddy Racks, the struggle is what made me

And God gave me a gift, and the hustle is what he gave me

All we know is hustle, we was all muscle

Ask kuzzo, seen a hundred grand with the fam

Learned young they don't love you, thank God for the struggle

It turned me to a man

On them cold nights, under pole lights

Get it your price, we was by the stove, right

Look, all we know is hustle, thank God for the struggle

It made me who I am