Rollie - Thursday Night lyrics

Hands out for the curl haired sons of Abram He brought his fathers out away from If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam shake that jam x2 Chance the Rapper, song-singer, senior bong-steamer Light up hot wheels, locked up wrong steamer Dreamer, long beamers, our neighbors there lawns greener We wrestle with envy then act up John Cena Chancellor bennett referred to as word chemist The bourbon and slurred sentences turn and i burn bridges Cigarettes stained smile, all covered in sin My big homie died, youngest turned older then him Get night up with the bad b**hes up Get knocked up off a n***a bad luck Gettin scared now All that tax money I didn't add up That I didn't get yet They think that I got it He got the long shirt so they think that I got it Hell yeah it's preach speaking with all ya n***as I seen all the tweets and that from your n***as Y'all n***as got pack from the n***as Oh yeah and uh, I bet it comes out in a month Like 3001, ah! (Chorus) I count my blessings all day, my best friends on one hand I count my blessings all day, my best friends on one hand My sheep when I'm done here x2