Thank You

I remember ramen fish and chips
No pot to piss in days that got you down sometimes
No power line no AC and I know we late on rent
Picked the pieces up though every month and made that shit connect
Taught me to hustle for these checks and that alone get my respect wanna say Thank You
All the pain and the struggle took no angle I muscled through the rain in the jungle
I said Thank You
Fuck if they hating then we bust them
To the pavement get to thumping ain't no ducking when we running
I should Thank You
All them stories you told us kept me victorious know this
If I'm to carry the torch then I gotta Thank You
Cuz it's only right they get to know me I
Get the chance to show them who you is
But the truth is they ain't ever know where we come from
A place where most will kill to go just to see more sun
But the way the struggle had it hardly seen your sons
Fucking working 3 jobs just to feed your sons
I know that if I get this money mom and pops ain't got to worry bout
All the shit that growing up I watched these niggas carry round
Heavy on they shoulders when they told us not to worry now
I never had a problem with it's just part of the story now
Okay so
So you get this family business ride or die for any with us
Go gorillas for my niggas dare you something
We know that they ain't nothing
We out here hungry getting money cuz our days are numbered
Fuck about your problems nigga
That's what my poppa told me
I put them words over anything can't not one y'all hold me
I mixed my pain in the game stay in yo lane homie
The suffix Brown true to my name to the grave homie



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Writer(s): Bishop Brown
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