Thankful

Shorty hella bad, know she rich the way she act
She got her daddy cash, but she still gonna flip the pack
But I be in the ends
Switch it up i dream of Benz'
Are you really friends
Fuck it I cant hang with them
I cannot fuck with a bitch
Cartier flex on the wrist
I make it pop in the VIP
Shorty gonna hop in the whip
She gonna hop in like, wait what
I got a lot on my plate, ya
See me I'm dodging the hate, bruh
See me lane dodge in the wraith, ya
Look what I made in a day, fuck
Put like 6 racks in the bank, ya
None of my money is safe, nah
Guess that I'm stuck in my ways

Wait (Wait), Whoa (Whoa)
Bank (Bank), Rolls (Rolls)
All on memories
I'm Thank-Ful
Old me really dead
But I saved my head
Homies came and went
Wishing they fucked with The Kid
Wait (Wait), Whoa (Whoa)
Bank (Bank), Rolls (Rolls)

Hate me, now they call
I just steady ball
Forgive me Allah, I treat the weed like tylenol
I'm really sorry shorty
But this shit mad important
I dream of you at night
Though I'm not home 'til morning

(I'm Thank-Ful)
(I'm Thank-Ful)

I'm the Lexus (Oh God)
I feel like Luger (I Feel like Lu)
I'm feeling lighter (Feel Light)
Twisting the Tulips (Twistin twos)
I'm with a lightskin (ya)
She from Vancouver (Wait, What)
Switch to the Rover (Shit's Lit)
Pull off we lose em (Ya ya)

Wait (Wait), Whoa (Whoa)
Bank (Bank), Rolls (Rolls)
All on memories
I'm Thank-Ful
Old me really dead
But I saved my head
Homies came and went
Wishing they fucked with the kid

Wait (Wait), Whoa (Whoa)



Credits
Writer(s): Hakeem Jefferson
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