Текст песни Thank God - Dave East , A Boogie wit da Hoodie

My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
Not tryna go back to them ways

What go around come around, my nigga, that's Karma (Karma)
Just trying to add another comma
She told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton shit
Pack smelling like an armpit
Who is that? Why they calling?
We trap and get off it

My nigga, that's cap, I know you be fraudin'
Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain
Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starving
I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking
Problems, I saw 'em too often
Your bitch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (yeah)

We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (all of 'em)
She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (better be)
Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, "Boy, you better be cautious"
Phone tapped
Niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted

I don't ask shit 'cause I bought it (bought it)
A hundred racks to my lawyer (lawyer)
Plug sent a pack and I caught it (caught it)
This life get wack, but I enjoy it (uh)
First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (still)
If they kill me, I'll go out a martyr
Fuck what you talking, nobody go harder (huh)

Thank God I got out of the trenches
Even though my niggas still in the system
The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it
Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)

Every car, man, it's mine, never catch me in a rental
If a nigga drop a dime, my nigga, he never was with you, yeah
If you see a nigga with me, you already know he official
Young nigga rockin' icy watches on the
Regular, told you bitches I ain't regular, yeah, uh
I pull up taking niggas' bitches, I don't mean to get you offended
I swear I don't do it intentionally
I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me
Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it's only one of me
Me and my nigga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me

I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter (Kairi)
I gotta go catch me a flight
But I'll be right back by the morning (be right back)
I used to be hungry at night
These niggas don't know how I want it (know how I want it)
This shit is a hell of a life
Way better than standin' on corners
Six in the morning (six in the morning, early, nigga)

I used to wake up at six in the morning (wide awake, my nigga)
I walked right out the spot, them bitches was boring (curve)
You thought them niggas was gangsters
We thought them niggas was corny (corny)
I'm living legit
But'll still get you hit while a nigga performing (bah)

I was outside until six in the morning (outside)
Soaking up game from OGs that did it the longest (OGs)
We don't give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest
My youngin went H.A.M. on that nigga
We gave him a bonus (that's true, yeah)

Count some bread, smoke some dope (smoke some dope, yeah)
I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (cut his, mmm)
Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (shoot his fro)
You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (when I was broke, yeah)
Nigga, if it's really lit, just let me know (just let me, just let me)
Just get the F&N and let it go (let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)

Araab, you did it again
If she is not tryna fuck, I'ma go give her to friend
I'm living off lessons that you
Could only go and get from the pen' (pen')
Mind racing, go and get me a pen (pen)
Never mind, I ain't wrote in a minute (minute)
Glad to see her get her life together
Went and got a job, she ain't smoked in a minute (woo)

I been around the world and came back
As a matter of fact, we ain't spoke in a minute (spoke in a minute)
These lost niggas gotta know that he winning
Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting
God do, I don't gotta forgive him (not me)
He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him
She love a nigga, she done got with the rhythm
Thank God I got out of the trenches

Thank God I got out of the trenches
Even though my niggas still in the system
The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it
Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her
The tank big enough for eight bitches
Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen
Big Richard hit different (yeah, let's go)

Count some bread, smoke some dope (smoke some dope, yeah)
I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)
Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (cut his, mmm)
Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (shoot his)
You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (when I was broke, yeah)
Nigga, if it's really lit, just let me know (just let me, just let me)
Just get the F&N and let it go (let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)