Skeme - Thank God lyrics

Verse 1 Straight out that Inglewood city Where the skinny n***as ride You ain't really with this life I can see it in your eyes Chasing money everyday and everynight, until the casket Drop on my head, give me bread That's my last wish My new girlfriend sh**ting on my last b**h Liquor in my cup, probably darker than my past get Yeah, I heard that life is what you make it And that she's a b**h, but homie that my type of lady See now, dollar after dollar I need money and the power And a bad red b**h steaming in my shower Yeah, these are the days of our lives Where it's real against the fraud Lil homie, now pick a side I said, dollar after dollar More money and the power And a bad red-bone b**h steamin in my shower Yeah, these are the days of our lives Where it's real against the fraud Lil homie, now pick a side Hook I hear everybody talking about us I could give a f** We been staying over there But now it's time to live it up On the road to the riches I give a damn, a n***a saved Hit my knees every night Thank god a n***a paid [Repeat x2] Verse 2 Look, see we just out here Repping for what we came from I be on that money f** you think I got my name from? Pops who I got the game from And he will tell you "Please do not confuse us with them lames, hun" One, now it's over for that f** sh** That's my letter to you And cowards that you f** with Ask around, they'll tell you that we does this Sox Gang bang, and tell a s**er to duck quick Yeah, living the lyrics that I speak so Money on my mind, dollar signs what I think about Smoke strong, let a couple songs leak out Flying through the clouds Type of sh** these haters dream about Underrated but I'm never faded Underground but the radio still sneaking plays Two b**hes, one me, my situation Three's company, I'm trying to start a corporation Hook Verse 3 Every b**h I ever touched been a bad one You probably mad at the fact that you never had one Ain't a rapper around realer than my dad's son Empty Rose bottles, where my gang ash blunts See this is the life as we know it Losers and broke b**hes, two things that we never notice I smoke potent, coupe rolling, roof open Rubber bands on my stacks, they too big to fold it And before I leave, I bring d**h to the beat And let the listeners grieve They know that, boy, I'm just keeping it G And need you to do the same when you listen to me Hook