"Thank You, God. For it all." lyrics
"Thank You, God. For it all."
You can't [?] for it all, bro, that's it
And I told bro, bro we gon' do this shit the right way
Bro, we gon' step on both fuckin' [?], bro
[?] whole path
How many of my folks y'all let me bring through?
Out here teachin' drive like keep your hands on ten and two
Tryna get the world to sing a new song, we been in loop
The game need some tenant too
They lovin' all the bullshit we allergic to
Been a drill
None of us allergic to gunshots, we been the drillers
None of us allergic to gunshots, we-
(Welcome to the Melody's Hit)
Ayy, Carolina sun
'Cause you shine like one (Cole, you stupic)
How many of my folks y'all let me bring through?
Out here teachin' drive like keep your hands on ten and two
Tryna get the world to sing a new song, we been in loop
The game need some tenant too
They lovin' all the bullshit we allergic to
Been a drill
None of us allergic to gunshots, we been the drillers
They block shine and tell you to grow
Like be in Hidden Hills
Them kids from the bottom can't hear voices from the Hidden Hills
I'm knowin' how they feel, I've there for real
Everything that's from the hood, ain't representin' of us
They just wanna show the world all the bullshit we from
Your granny have to raise while momma fixin' the halo
Play the role all day, you ain't familiar with us
Look, I ain't had the [?] with niggas that don't [?]
I'm here for the folks that count change to pay the rent
Her daddy just passed, son fightin' to beat these tears
But he told God got him, he ain't livin' fear
I count money that I worked for and still got guilt
Livin' good and all your folks still in the hood still
Held this worth than I'm 'bout it, I'm just [?]
And if you send that beef rare, better get back grilled
I saw a star in the mirror and it remind of them
This shit here for the children, I'm just poppin' for them
And while the boys around the world, I'll be stoppin' for them
I know for them it's pop a case or either poppin' your crib
My partners ready for the [?], I just be poppin' it real
They want me buyin' new Benz, I'm finna cop a new crib
I'm finna drop a couple bonds with coach Cannon in here
Than you God, for it all, finna do damage in here
On God
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- Childish Major Lyrics
EP:
"Thank You, God. For It All." (2021)
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