Thank God - Caleborate, Moms, Cadence

I miss the old days

Playstation, Vice City

Bike riding

Orange cassette tape

Happy Meal eating slow days

Way before tuition checks

Before I needed row game

Before I needed weed or alcohol to get the hoes man

Before everybody rapped and made they own clothes

Before they raised the rent and kicked us all out of our homes

Uh, this for my niggas that hold me down like a team

'Cause fake shit fades like washing out old jeans

Ah, I know you gotta love this shit

Ain’t got a deal, but use my niggas as my publisher

All that bull that they gon throw

Man, I’m above that shit

I been on my job

Oh wait, you already knew that

Ok, I brought my flow back

This underground like lojack

But soon to be above the rim

And shining like a Kodak

I push my aunty whip, when she get sick, to see a bitch

And pray that granny ain’t looking at me, in a fit, finna tell jesus

You could smite his ass down if you want to

He actin' like a fool

Wanna rap before he go to school

Well I prefer writing raps before taking those two

And turning papers in is not gon get my niggas paid

Uh, please know that I know where home is

But going from home to home can kinda make you feel homeless, and soulless

Broken home make me feel unwanted

But Berkeley helped me closer

Gave me lessons I can’t forfeit

Uh, so thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate

I know all my niggas out there gon relate

Everything I am made me everything I ain’t

And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint

No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill

And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin

I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind

I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end

Get this money up, get this money

It’s on mind mind whenever aunty say she’ll kick me out

Way to old not to have my own house

And sneak girls in and try to fuck them on this couch

But when the sun up, I know my time will come up

And if a nigga got a problem with it he could run up

Uh, I stay ready.

I just lace my shoes

Had to do it twice

They thought last year was a flook

Uh, but it wasn’t

I mean what is left for me to prove?

Second project, and got one on my computer too

I stayed away from girls that tried to tie me down

New boys, same motto

Grinding 'til I hit the lotto

Got no time for a girl if she can’t push me

I’d rather split the bill together than incur all the fees

So while you hoes with no plans wanna be eatin' off me

Aw yeah, girls getting college degrees

Or working full time jobs

That’s what a nigga need

With all the hopes to hold me down and see me become my greatest

I hope I’m getting millions by the time Berkeley play this

I hope you listen close and pay attention when I say this

Uh, I thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate

I know all my niggas out there gon relate

Everything I am made me everything I ain’t

And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint

No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill

And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin

I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind

I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end

Uh, so thank god he didn’t scrape me off his plate

I know all my niggas out there gon relate

Everything I am made me everything I ain’t

And I’m gon shine like some new candy paint

No, I’m gon' shine like a new gold grill

And I’m gon' glow like a black girl’s skin

I’m gon blow like a fan or the wind

I know I’m the only that’s gon' win in the end

Everything is relative

You can’t just be great on the stage

You have to be great in every area, every aspect of your career

You have to be a man of your word

You cannot, you cannot promise something and not deliver

So promise less and deliver more

Because in that way, you’re always winning