Thanksgiving

歌詞

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met (Uh huh) And the trenches, you can't forget the trenches too Yo, you anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you I'm one of them hustlers you gotta tell thank you Got advice from my dog, I accept it 'cause that's love He said, "We did the work, you givin' too much credit to the plug" That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee When niggas couldn't sell it they self, they was hittin' me I was one call away, I pull up with the drugs with me And you don't know the pressure of owin' the plug fifty Got a jail call, he told me stay dangerous, take it easy Was in the dayroom and couldn't believe he saw me on TV He spent money on his bitch every time he got work through Caught seven years and she only visited the first two, damn Rappers in my genre want to be me still I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel, like I'm cheatin' when I read these deals Talkin' you live like this, that's gonna make 'em hate you This what fueled 'em to get off they asses, I made them greater You should thank me, nigga Y'all niggas can't tell me what I should do (Tell me thank you) Just thank me (Y'all niggas should tell me thank you) I give y'all niggas somethin' to watch, somethin' to look forward too I don't want no opinions from who don't take care of they kids (You should thank me, nigga) (Somebody tell me thank you) Who got their homeboys in jail You niggas gotta fix your life 'fore you try to fix my shit (Tell me thank you) I rap about drugs, this is what I want to talk about, nigga (Somebody tell me thank you) Let me do me, nigga (You should thank me) You don't like my shit, turn my shit off, nigga At the table rackin' my brain, like, "How I'm back in the game?" Went and did that little bid, now my hoes ain't actin' the same Stressin', I did them sentences without stackin' no change Gettin' high inside, knowin' my pride ain't matchin' my wage Let me take you back to that blue buildin', back in the day While trappin' two for fifteens, plus that was my age From that little stage, two or three years I mastered my ways We'd be the Jackson's of Yay' if they gave out plaques for the game Let me take you back to that little pot, that little flame Brick to a sports agency, we respect grindin' I'm signin' offensive lineman and BMX riders You want a meetin' with BSF then be a check writer In therapy, learnin' to walk again Fought 'em in a robbery, they shot me I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again They want me to post when I slide, to say I'm gangster Trust me, it won't make Instagram, it's gonna make the papers Thank us Ah, tell me thank you Y'all niggas should tell me thank you You should thank me, nigga You should thank me Somebody tell me thank you Y'all niggas should tell me thank you Somebody tell me thank you