"As 4 Me" lyrics

Thank God I'm living
I ain't go to prison, for my brudda and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions
I banked on the feeling, told momma what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich and now you wanna be a villain
Had a hunch and then I did it, it's money in the written
They fronted I ain't trippin,' it's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position
Where I'm from it be the spirits, tell 'em keep it quick n' stay the fuck up out the business
Give a fuck about a critic, wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest niggas wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch if I could spare it, I struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands
Said I enough the with the comparing, a love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel seen a glare, all that cluster isn't karats
I know it touch you when you hear it
One up in the air, ay my love I be embarrassed
You only stumble when you caring, one the wonders of the ferris
Huddles in despair, the overcoming been apparent
No more muzzle full of fear, running into terror

I said Thank God I'm living
I ain't go to prison, for my brudda and my sis I'll make the ugliest decis-
Thank God I'm living
I ain't go to prison, for my brudda and my sis-
Thank God I'm living
I ain't go to prison, for my brudda and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions
I banked on the feeling