Gracias
Yeah, yeah haaaaah
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
Eh, okay not everything forsure
Thank you lord yeah he know so
No help where i come from
When you're city so poor
My ghetto, man i love my ghetto
Trappin' out my ghetto
Swangin' none but yayo
Pocket it was solo
Ready for that elbow
Watching for the popo
Marked up and i know so
All day they on patrol
But they have no control
BET no Visa, no j's it was reebok
Takis and hot cheetos
Locked up but thank jesus
Cause i could been dizead (dizead)
Fifty countin' it to dizead
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
Thank you lord and i know so
All about my go role
Gotta stay on go mode
Favorite gun is a ruger
Any know im a trooper
Many dont hellujah
In a eye of a shooter
So you know ill do ya
Pocket it was breakin'
Stomache steady aching
Trappin' out of vacant
But i had to take it
Cause i could been dizead (dizead)
From the streets to BET i did it
Real hood nigga can't stop me
Can't clone me or copy
Just here to recopy
Haters can't believe me believe it
Jesus, thank jesus believe me
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
Eh, okay not everything forsure
Thank you lord yeah he know so
No help where i come from
When you're city so poor
My ghetto, man i love my ghetto
Trappin' out my ghetto
Swangin' none but yayo
Pocket it was solo
Ready for that elbow
Watching for the popo
Marked up and i know so
All day they on patrol
But they have no control
BET no Visa, no j's it was reebok
Takis and hot cheetos
Locked up but thank jesus
Cause i could been dizead (dizead)
Fifty countin' it to dizead
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
Thank you lord and i know so
All about my go role
Gotta stay on go mode
Favorite gun is a ruger
Any know im a trooper
Many dont hellujah
In a eye of a shooter
So you know ill do ya
Pocket it was breakin'
Stomache steady aching
Trappin' out of vacant
But i had to take it
Cause i could been dizead (dizead)
From the streets to BET i did it
Real hood nigga can't stop me
Can't clone me or copy
Just here to recopy
Haters can't believe me believe it
Jesus, thank jesus believe me
Mane its fuck all these niggas
Thats why i keep my ruger
But i thank em, gracias i thank em
When my pockets be on broke mode
Smokin' all this mota
I thank em, gracias i thank em
If am rich as fuck i thank em
Broke as hell i thank em
If im stressed out i thank em
Another day i thank em
If i blow your ass away
It could've been me so i thank em
Forgive me lord, but i thank em
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Writer(s): Lepreston Iii Porter, Darius Dalton Henderson
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