Ian McKee - Thank God lyrics

[Verse Caleborate] I miss the old days Playstation, Vice City Bike riding Orange ca**ette tape Happy Meal eating slow days Way before tuition checks Before I needed row game Before I needed weed or alcohol to get the hoes man Before everybody rapped and made they own clothes Before they raised the rent and kicked us all out of our homes Uh, this for my n***as that hold me down like a team 'Cause fake sh** fades like washing out old jeans Ah, I know you gotta love this sh** Ain't got a deal, but use my n***as as my publisher All that bull that they gon throw Man, I'm above that sh** I been on my job Oh wait, you already knew that Ok, I brought my flow back This underground like lojack But soon to be above the rim And shining like a Kodak I push my aunty whip, when she get sick, to see a b**h And pray that granny ain't looking at me, in a fit, finna tell jesus You could smite his a** down if you want to He actin' like a fool Wanna rap before he go to school Well I prefer writing raps before taking those two And turning papers in is not gon get my n***as paid Uh, please know that I know where home is But going from home to home can kinda make you feel homeless, and soulless Broken home make me feel unwanted But Berkeley helped me closer Gave me lessons I can't forfeit [Hook Caleborate] Uh, so thank god he didn't scrape me off his plate I know all my n***as out there gon relate Everything I am made me everything I ain't And I'm gon shine like some new candy paint No, I'm gon' shine like a new gold grill And I'm gon' glow like a black girl's skin I'm gon blow like a fan or the wind I know I'm the only that's gon' win in the end [Verse Caleborate] Get this money up, get this money It's on mind mind whenever aunty say she'll kick me out Way to old not to have my own house And sneak girls in and try to f** them on this couch But when the sun up, I know my time will come up And if a n***a got a problem with it he could run up Uh, I stay ready. I just lace my shoes Had to do it twice They thought last year was a flook Uh, but it wasn't I mean what is left for me to prove? Second project, and got one on my computer too I stayed away from girls that tried to tie me down New boys, same motto Grinding 'til I hit the lotto Got no time for a girl if she can't push me I'd rather split the bill together than incur all the fees So while you hoes with no plans wanna be eatin' off me Aw yeah, [?] girls getting college degrees Or working full time jobs That's what a n***a need With all the hopes to hold me down and see me become my greatest I hope I'm getting millions by the time Berkeley play this I hope you listen close and pay attention when I say this [Hook Caleborate] Uh, I thank god he didn't scrape me off his plate I know all my n***as out there gon relate Everything I am made me everything I ain't And I'm gon shine like some new candy paint No, I'm gon' shine like a new gold grill And I'm gon' glow like a black girl's skin I'm gon blow like a fan or the wind I know I'm the only that's gon' win in the end [Bridge Caleborate & Cadence] Uh, so thank god he didn't scrape me off his plate I know all my n***as out there gon relate Everything I am made me everything I ain't And I'm gon shine like some new candy paint No, I'm gon' shine like a new gold grill And I'm gon' glow like a black girl's skin I'm gon blow like a fan or the wind I know I'm the only that's gon' win in the end [Outro "Moms"] Everything is relative You can't just be great on the stage You have to be great in every area, every aspect of your career You have to be a man of your word You cannot, you cannot promise something and not deliver So promise less and deliver more Because in that way, you're always winning