Thank God - Dave East, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate

You broke, get out of the way

They look at me now like, «He gotta be paid»

I look at the game, they gotta be slaves

This shit ain’t never gon' stop

Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, «How was he raised?»

I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed

Not tryna go back to them ways

What go around come around, my nigga, that’s karma (Karma)

Just trying to add another comma

She told me she fell in love with my persona

I feel like Mary, don’t want no more drama

I can’t get in tune with that trash

I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton shit

Pack smelling like an armpit

Who is that?

Why they calling?

We trap and get off it

My nigga, that’s cap, I know you be fraudin'

Come with my money, I’m not tryna bargain

Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starving

I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking

Problems, I saw 'em too often

Your bitch’d look good in the dark

I would’ve kicked them up out my apartment (Yeah)

We got this shit lit from the start

My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (All of 'em)

She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (Better be)

Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, «Boy, you better be cautious»

Phone tapped, niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted

I don’t ask shit 'cause I bought it (Bought it)

A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer)

Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it)

This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh)

First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (Still)

If they kill me, I’ll go out a martyr

Fuck what you talking, nobody go harder (Huh)

Thank God I got out of the trenches

Even though my niggas still in the system

The bitch lied if she said I ain’t kill it

Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her

The tank big enough for eight bitches

Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen

Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let’s go)

Every car, man, it’s mine, never catch me in a rental

If a nigga drop a dime, my nigga, he never was with you, yeah

If you see a nigga with me, you already know he official

Young nigga rockin' icy watches on the regular, told you bitches I ain’t

regular, yeah, uh

I pull up taking niggas' bitches, I don’t mean to get you offended

I swear I don’t do it intentionally

I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me

Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it’s only one of me

Me and my nigga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me

I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter (Kairi)

I gotta go catch me a flight, but I’ll be right back by the morning (Be right

back)

I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don’t know how I want it (Know how I

want it)

This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standin' on corners,

six in the morning (Six in the morning, early, nigga)

I used to wake up at six in the morning (Wide awake, my nigga)

I walked right out the spot, them bitches was boring (Curve)

You thought them niggas was gangsters, we thought them niggas was corny (Corny)

I’m living legit, but’ll still get you hit while a nigga performing (Bah)

I was outside until six in the morning (Outside)

Soaking up game from OGs that did it the longest (OGs)

We don’t give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest

My youngin went H.A.M.

on that nigga, we gave him a bonus (That's true, yeah)

Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)

I couldn’t wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)

Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)

Ain’t with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)

You wasn’t there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)

Nigga, if it’s really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)

Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)

Araab, you did it again

If she is not tryna fuck, I’ma go give her to friend

I’m living off lessons that you could only go and get from the pen' (Pen')

Mind racing, go and get me a pen (Pen)

Never mind, I ain’t wrote in a minute (Minute)

Glad to see her get her life together

Went and got a job, she ain’t smoked in a minute (Woo)

I been around the world and came back

As a matter of fact, we ain’t spoke in a minute (Spoke in a minute)

These lost niggas gotta know that he winning

Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting

God do, I don’t gotta forgive him (Not me)

He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him

She love a nigga, she done got with the rhythm

Thank God I got out of the trenches

Thank God I got out of the trenches

Even though my niggas still in the system

The bitch lied if she said I ain’t kill it

Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her

The tank big enough for eight bitches

Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen

Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let’s go)

Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah)

I couldn’t wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke)

Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm)

Ain’t with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his)

You wasn’t there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah)

Nigga, if it’s really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me)

Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)