Thank You

Thank you for your love
Thank you for your care
Thank you for everything that you do round here
Thank you to my fans
Thank you to my mama
Even though sometimes we get caught up in drama
Thank you to my pops
He taught me life has stops
And even though we keep on flowing we will never drop
What they tryna say?
They's filled up with hate
They the type of people you can't trust to make a trey

Now it Friday, hop on the bus, go to school
I got my swag and man is feeling so cool
All the girl's jaws drop and they start to drool
Thanks to my jeweler made my neck look like a pool
Maths come up and I be ace-ing aint no fool
End of the day, teacher wanna start a duel
Thanks to the people: make me better that's you
Can't say it enough, here's another thank you

Thank you for your love
Thank you for your care
Thank you for everything that you do round here
Thank you to my fans
Thank you to my mama
Even though sometimes we get caught up in drama
Thank you to my pops
He taught me life has stops
And even though we keep on flowing we will never drop
What they tryna say?
They's filled up with hate
They the type of people you can't trust to make a trey

Thank you to my aunt
Thank you to my uncle
I know that you always tried to keep me outta trouble
I know that you always told me to be humble
And told me those stories bout snakes and jungles
Imma go to the top, make the whole world rumble
I'll have a few setbacks, but I won't fumble
And I'll always keep it real, not go and mumble
I won't let them do me like how they did: crumble

Thank you for your love
Thank you for your care
Thank you for everything that you do round here
Thank you to my fans
Thank you to my mama
Even though sometimes we get caught up in drama
Thank you to my pops
He taught me life has stops
And even though we keep on flowing we will never drop
What they tryna say?
They's filled up with hate
They the type of people you can't trust to make a trey

Why these people acting, when they all disasters
Go work on your self and show me work after
Thank you for the ones always keeping it a buck
And telling me that blowing up is not about luck
You gotta be consistent, gotta be true
Cuz otherwise you'd let 'em make a fool outta you
Work on the crafts, work on the image
Thank you to this song, upgraded my limits



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Myers
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