Young Roddy - Thank God lyrics

[Produced by Bushido Black] [Verse 1] One time for them trap n***as What, them n***as showed me how to work that pyrex Two times for my hood n***as What, good lord we done made it out the projects I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack I told that girl no glove, no love And this b**h tryna get a n***a sidetracked From the spot where them n***as sell pounds at No outdoor, only smoke loud packs Told that b**h leave the key by the doormat I'm going to get the money, I'll be right back Flashback, rocking my Bo Jacksons and my throw bag I told her face down, a** up, hit it from the back, b**h throw it back, b**h I flow cold like a polar bear, I ain't nothing like them f** n***as over there I'm up next, I can handle that I told them b**hes I'd blow, you can bet on that I'm [?] the Taliban, still tryna get a cherry red drop Cadillac Since a teen, b**h I been a man Ask your girl, b**h I been a man On the block selling bu*ter man sh** it's hard as hell to make it out the ghetto man I'll do whatever for some money man I used to sell birds just to get bunny bread But don't miss this sh** ho, b**h don't miss this money train Fly n***a to get ho, and I'm sipping this purple rain [Hook] One time for them trap n***as Them n***as showed me how to work that pyrex Two times for my hood n***as Good lord we done made it out the projects I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack I told my homie roll up, smoke something I remember going half on a dime sack [Verse 2] Same nosy neighbors want a n***a locked up Got an ex b**h who won't stop popping up Never cooked dinner but I cooked them rocks up Tryna get bread, feel that like [?] Hold up, came a long way from doja Every time they see me them n***as say smoke something Told my plug I'm hurt, let me hold something Use your b**h just to roll up, my n***a Stunting on them n***as, hitting donuts, uh Ever since a teen I been a grown up, uh Pops was a D boy, selling that sh** Ever since he left I been the man of the crib Cop that sh** and bag that sh** like mister [?] this the man right here They squeezed them triggers till they jammed that b**h I ain't have no job and had to hand that sh** Now I'm back in the hood like I left something Just a hood n***a tryna get my credit up Thought I done it all, they said I ain't done much OG had bricks by the dump truck And I don't want half, I want it all my n***a It's a hard knock life for a baller my n***a Hating on me, bet I blow regardless my n***a I got it on my own, never borrowed my n***a While my people was at work I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin I'm tryna make it through the day Hoping that I see tomorrow That's my brother from another So its free my n***a [?] My next move'll be a check though, b**h So don't miss this jet ho, b**h [Hook]