"Thank God" lyrics
Vin Jay & Cryptic Wisdom Lyrics
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Feel like a demon caged
I'm coming to beat the brakes
Up off you, rappers
Who capping just to increase the plays
I light the mic up
Add some kerosene to feed the flames
Wanna flirt with death
I'll push you right inside the reaper's range
Never change
I've been equipped to be the truth
Pulling riches out the business
Shit is trivial pursuit
The industry confused
How I consistently improve
Until I show them all the numbers
Then it instantly computes
The routine militant
Ooh. He's different
My plus me
Yeah. The crew seem limitless
We decease the beat
Then plead innocent
Homie, you can dream the dream
'Cause we living it
'Cause y'all are capping way too atrophied to flex
I made a strategy and plan to leave 'em manically depressed
Let go of all morality
Put gasoline to flesh
Light 'em up
Who's next?
Y'all are casualties at best, bitch
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Gimme a minute of your time
And if you rock with me, could you not put me in a box?
I don't care what you thought
It was what you know it is
Doing me, you should do your own shit
Handel your biz
If you don't, we could get it on
What you really want
I'm a goat even in my zo'
You already know
That's a wrap
When I'm on attack
You can take a crack
But I'm actually indestructible
On a track
But it's not like me to believe it to be easy
Even if you were able to read me or receive me, I'm still an E.T
Beefing. There's no repeat
Blast you to smithereens
Eat beats, when I need some deep peace
But when I'm tweaking and can't defeat it with deep breathing
I'm prone to release it in pieces
Until I cease the bleeding
It's both the reason I'm seething and sinking deeper
I'm seeping into the seas but I need to be with my demons
Thank God
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Motherfuckers!
C-dub
Vin Jay
Mad moody
Youngest prophet
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Feel like a demon caged
I'm coming to beat the brakes
Up off you, rappers
Who capping just to increase the plays
I light the mic up
Add some kerosene to feed the flames
Wanna flirt with death
I'll push you right inside the reaper's range
Never change
I've been equipped to be the truth
Pulling riches out the business
Shit is trivial pursuit
The industry confused
How I consistently improve
Until I show them all the numbers
Then it instantly computes
The routine militant
Ooh. He's different
My plus me
Yeah. The crew seem limitless
We decease the beat
Then plead innocent
Homie, you can dream the dream
'Cause we living it
'Cause y'all are capping way too atrophied to flex
I made a strategy and plan to leave 'em manically depressed
Let go of all morality
Put gasoline to flesh
Light 'em up
Who's next?
Y'all are casualties at best, bitch
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Gimme a minute of your time
And if you rock with me, could you not put me in a box?
I don't care what you thought
It was what you know it is
Doing me, you should do your own shit
Handel your biz
If you don't, we could get it on
What you really want
I'm a goat even in my zo'
You already know
That's a wrap
When I'm on attack
You can take a crack
But I'm actually indestructible
On a track
But it's not like me to believe it to be easy
Even if you were able to read me or receive me, I'm still an E.T
Beefing. There's no repeat
Blast you to smithereens
Eat beats, when I need some deep peace
But when I'm tweaking and can't defeat it with deep breathing
I'm prone to release it in pieces
Until I cease the bleeding
It's both the reason I'm seething and sinking deeper
I'm seeping into the seas but I need to be with my demons
Thank God
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
From the bottom to the pros
I blew up and brought all of my homies
Yeah. You know how it go
Young lost sinner tryna stay holy
Thank God, I'm the goat
Still on top, and, no, it don't get lonely
Motherfuckers!
C-dub
Vin Jay
Mad moody
Youngest prophet
