Benny the Butcher, Queen Naija - Thank God I Made It lyrics

Yeah mic check, one-two uh huh (Hit-Boy)
Only can talk about this real shit
'cause that's what I been through yeah, yo

I was raised by a woman
So shout out to single mothers
Who had to teach their teenage
Boys to use rubbers gettin' calls home from
School, then wonderin', why she buggin'
'Cause that's just more stress to
Add on top of strugglin'
Few things I wanna show you
'cause I feel like I owe you
You made me the man I am today
I never told you dressed me in hand me down
'cause you couldn't afford Polo
How it feel to see your two
Oldest boys' names on logos?
Had to protect my family
So we played with guns
I can't respect the man who
Don't raise his son
Then you blame the white man
On what they become
A gangster, but reality of it is
You made him one
Real niggas look in the mirror
And see each other
I look in my nephew eyes and I see my brother
Sometimes I gotta look away 'cause
It hurt so much
How that nigga died so young and
He was worth so much? (Damn)

Put your hands together for the
Work of the Most High (Ah ha, ah ha)
I put my hands together and I pray, all night
(Ah ha, ah ha)
'Cause the struggle is real but
The hustle is too (Ah ha, ah ha)
I'm flippin' my dreams 'til
They all come true (Ah ha, ah ha)
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it
And you gon' make it too (Ah ha)

This what happens when you take a
Path they force you to take
Like of course you gon' break and
Leave no remorse on your face
'Cause somebody just got life
In the courtroom today when I walk
My chains make the sound my fork used to make
It remind me daily
All that's sayin' is you gotta pay me
That kinda crazy, find a new hustle
This not the '80s
That ain't gangster, how y'all rockin'
Y'all droppin' babies
And that ain't fly shit y'all be rockin'
Y'all mockin' ladies
With no diplomas, we was soldiers
We got 380s put a hundred mil' in my pocket
It's not gon' change me
I just signed a deal with the
Roc and I got more wavy
Need a spot to hide the paper
The profit done got so crazy hol' up
Just today I swear I felt my brother's spirit
Writin' all this shit and, damn
I hope my brother hear it
Niggas scared of the Butcher
I know suckas fear it
'Cause niggas like me only come
Around every other era (Ah)

Put your hands together for the
Work of the Most High (Ah ha, ah ha)
I put my hands together and I pray, all night
(Ah ha, ah ha)
'Cause the struggle is real but
The hustle is too (Ah ha, ah ha)
I'm flippin' my dreams 'til
They all come true (Ah ha, ah ha)
I thank God I made it, thank God I made it
And you gon' make it too (Ah ha)