Cxrpse - THANK GOD lyrics

Every day another nigga tryna
Tell me 'bout myself
I don't need to hear that shit
And I don't need nobody help
Worry 'bout yo' bag
Why you all up on the shelf?
Why you ridin' on dick
Worried 'bout everybody else? (Else)
Fuck that, come at my niggas
We gon' bust back
Shame on a nigga for thinking
This shit is just rap
Why you buy a mic if you
Ain't ready for the fuck shit (Ah)
Then get on Twitter
Talkin' 'bout some niggas you don't fuck with
(Ah) how the fuck that make sense?
You could be making some paper
Instead of the fake shit
You could be great but you rather
Do all of this hate shit
I'm honestly tired of looking at
All of these facеs (Ah)

Thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't be out in thе streets runnin' fades
Thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't have to put a nigga in they place
(Ah)

Why the fuck do everybody wanna rap?
They see it's easy money
Everybody on yo' back
Ayy, but I'ma set it straight
(Straight) , gon' and create ('Rate)
This shit ain't for niggas who
Can't handle all the weight
I'm that nigga in all black
Make the whole section fall back
My bitch treat me like all
That, you gon' draw, i'ma draw back
I got the army of spiders, we make you retire
We bringin' the fire, fuck nigga
You could come and admire
Or you could wait, pussy nigga
Get up out my face
You ain't even on my level
You ain't even in my way
I been tryna get richer like
That nigga Bill Gates
One day, I'ma be the only rap nigga in space

Thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't be out in the streets runnin' fades
Thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't have to put a nigga in they place
Thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't be out in the streets runnin' fades
(Ah) thank God
I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God
I don't have to put a nigga in they place

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