"Thankin' Tha Lord" lyrics

Uh, nigga fuck fame, made things so strange
Got love for the gang
Got love for me main [?]
I feel those type of things
Shout out to the niggas that helped, pull on some strings
My pockets put on weight, I'm sorry for the wait

I'm smokin' mary jane
Smoke sum not so clean
I'm in the hall of fame, just for doing my thing
I stay in my lane
I'm fuckin this hood bitch all night, I got her screamin' my name

I see some bad shit across the street
I holla (I holla), now she in my kitchen with the greens
The collards, on her I'm doin' dollas
Like one day, we proper
Second day, ID with no caller
Nigga I grew up a big baller
[?] beat my ass [?]
Some niggas grew up with no father
And I got mine so that's an honor
Rockin' these Dior's like a badge of honor
You damn right, I ain't snitchin Your Honor
This the TF Radio Show and baby girl my first caller

If I'm being down, gotta turn up
Fuck being broke, gotta earn stuff
Fuck being dumb, gotta learn stuff
If we don't, then we can't deserve stuff
I never think that I'm too tough, I never think the blunt too stuffed
I pray I don't pick up the two cups, I guarantee I'd be too stuffed

Niggas don't learn they lesson
Niggas should learn they lesson
Niggas be old, BDN [?] my block they blessin'
[?] do no stressin', to Him I'm confessin'
Ridin' down Essex, thinkin' bout my blessings

Blessings, blessings
Thank God with no question
Blessings, blessings, I got all these blessings
Never a question, I'm thankin' the Lord
For He is my sword
For He is my core
He opened my doors, I'm thankin the Lord

For He is my sword
For He is my core
He opened my doors, I'm thankin the Lord

For He is my sword
For He is my core
He opened my doors, I'm thankin the Lord