This Far (feat. Marc Oso)

I throw my hands up to the sky and I praise god
Lord knows we wasn't supposed to make it this far
And I thank god, thank god, thank god
And I thank god, thank god, thank god

And I pray for all my niggas that have beat the odds god knows, we wasn't supposed to make it this far
And I thank god, thank god, thank god
And I thank god, thank god, thank god

I have made it
Look how far I made it
I ain't got to do no faking proud of the life I created
And I Shook off all my haters, focused on my paper
Now a nigga on the rise getting higher than sky scrapers

See I'm Thankful for my niggas, and I'm grateful for my family
I'm going to stay solid cause real niggas come in rarity
My bitch want to take care of me and that's some shit you never see
So imma stack this paper like the money come in scarcity

Why you mad at me
Sick like Greys anatomy
I put in the work now a nigga living lavishly
I got my degree
Real nigga academy
bitches cannot handle me
I give them this mahogany

We wasn't supposed to make it this far
We wasn't supposed to make it this far
We wasn't supposed to make it this far
And now my niggas about to lift off

I Throw my hands up to the sky and I praise god
Lord knows we wasn't supposed to make it this far
And I thank god, thank god, thank god
And I thank god, thank god, thank god

And I pray for all my niggas that have beat the odds god knows, we wasn't supposed to make it this far
And I thank god, thank god, thank god
And I thank god, thank god, thank god

I can't believe we made it this far it's magic like it's Pixar

Try to name something that's this hard, life give you thick scars

Pick ya heart up off the ground dust the guilt off of your shoulders I ain't used to being sober but I'll change for you

When it's sad it rain for you I will go insane for you, evil like what Bain could do

I wonder if I'm changeable
My dirty laundry hangable

A ty Knoxx song is singable
You feel it in your heart & gut
Tryna reach the higher up
When I fail I try again cus I must not have tried enough

Knock knock who inside it's us
Tj but I'm not the gust

I was with the gang when you was watching recess eating lunch

I was with the gang you at the birthday party pouring punch

I was killing shows out in college I ain't have to stunt

Coming out on top you sleeping on me guess the bed a bunk