T.K (USA) - Gracias lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah haaaaah Mane f** all these n***as Thats why i keep my ruger But i thank em, gracias i thank em When my pockets be on broke mode Smokin' on this mota I thank em, gracias i thank em If am rich as f** i thank em Broke as hell i thank em If im stressed out i thank em For today i thank em If i blow your a** away It could've been me so i thank em Forgive me lord, but i thank em [verse 1: Snootie Wild] Eh, okay not everything forsure Thank you lord yeah he know so No help where i come from When you're city so poor My ghetto, man i love my ghetto Trappin' out my ghetto Swangin' off that yayo Pocket it was solo Ready for that elbow Watching for the popo Marked up and i know so All day they on patrol But they have no control BET no Visa, no j's it was reebok Talking in [?] Locked up for thank jesus Cause i could been dizzy (dizzy) Fifty countin' a to z [verse 2: Snootie Wild] Thank you lord and i know so All about my go role Gotta stay on go mode Favorite gun is a ruger Any know im a true one Many dont hellujah In a eye of a shooter So you know ill do ya Pocket it was breakin' Stomache steady aching Trappin' out of vacant But i had to take it Cause i could been dizzy (dizzy) From the streets to BET i did it Real hood n***a can't stop me Can't clone me or copy Chances to recopy Haters can't believe me believe it Jesus, thank jesus believe me