Thank God Part One Lyrics

In 2017 I graduated, keep that shit a buck

I didn't know where I was headed, I just knew that it was up

I was lost, on my own and starting to fall in love with drugs

Mama crying every night it's fucking crazy how it was

I was chilling up at Emma crib, smoking with some bums

That was back when I really thought she loved me, I was dumb

But shit I was just a kid, I just wanted real love

Learning life on my own, daddy didn't teach me none

2018 When shit started changing

Label hit my phone like pop out, flew me to LA shit

Played them some my new shit, they said you amazing

Showed em I could ghost write, they said that's amazing

First day I was in there, already got a placement

Second day I'm in there, I'm on fire, blazing

Third day in the studio, I did a song for Tyga

Never even got a thank you or a check, crazy

Bitch I'm tired of being picked last

Man I left up out that studio like fuck that

Told em get me a flight home, bitch I'm right back

They were calling me with threats, they didn't like that

I told all you bitches fuck you, get it on my own

But baby chasing all your dreams is a lonely road

And really when I got home I got too depressed

Smoking more and drinking more, tryna see death

Cause when I was in LA I got a call my daddy sick

They said that he was dying, so I left for the crib

Some people at the label said I'm lying, man you sick

You know who you are, y'all some hoes, suck a dick

Anyways, despite that shit, I never fold

Back up on my shit, 2019 goals

I was up at Bryce crib, smoking with the bros

Playing with the shrooms, playing with the hoes

Bitch thank God I stopped playing with my nose

Cause I was going downhill, fucked up on my own

But my music getting better, I said fuck it I'll keep going

Everyday a battle, my anxiety ain't slowing

Mama looking stressed, Dad health looking bad

I can't even hold a job, fuck I'm 'sposed to do bout that

2020 Came and shit was looking even worse

Thought I'd catch a break, instead I had to do the work

I was 308, 308 pounds

Then I got sick, sick, lemme tell you how

Pandemic happened, I didn't even leave the house

Heavy with the alcohol, the syrup and the loud

10, 000 Calories a day, I don't know how

Stress level high

So was my face

Stuck inside my room, dark room, like a cave

Then it started happening

Every damn day

Patches of my beard missing, cause I started picking it

Hair started thinning out, I was looking different

Body looking crazy, ain't no clothes even fitting it

Looked up at the mirror and saw myself and it was sickening

Talking to the reaper like, 'I'm tired of this road'

He like, 'fuck it man I hear you, but it's not your time to go'

I was stuck in hell, but I knew I had to change

August 1st, 2020, thank God for that day