Lyrics As 4 Me - Mike

Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison
For my brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions
I banked on the feeling, told my motha 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 lotta 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
It's always one up in the air, ay my love I be embarrassed
You only stumble when you caring, one the wonders of the ferris
No more 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 brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions
Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison
For my brotha and my sista
Thank God I'm living, I ain't go to prison
For my brotha and my sis I'll make the ugliest decisions
I banked on the feeling