Rockie Fresh, Rick Ross - Thank You lyrics

I used to stay up late and debate
Now I'm up late counting this cake
This shit a feeling but I'm tripping cause
I ain't really happy as I'm supposed to be
It's getting hard cause I been
Losing people close to me
I'm just the young hustler
I'm learning how to cope early
And I can see a death trap even if it's perdy
A lot of bitches be dirty so
They just don't deserve me
Watch her hind move because I'm seeing
That this life can murk me
I watched Biggie, I watched Pac
I watched Pimp C
And you get driven the sipping
When you get in deep
Out here living for these niggas
It's so fucking silly
Hating when you sitting in front
Of God like you, dJ Envy
I had Breakfast Club meetings
With my brother Rickie
And if you think he tried to change me
You fucking crazy
If an album went wrong, I did it on my own
Many people thought Rockie was
A stepping stone
Lot of parts in my life, I had to roll a dice
But, I learnt from my mistakes
I woulda did it twice
Now them diamonds in my bezel
Shining like the city lights
The 36 flow is just a nigga city view
And Balmain and bape on me
This ain't nothing new
But, I ain't trippin' cause it don't
Make me better than you
Yeah, I'm blessed with pussy niggas
I got 'em reviewed
My 100s Blue Devil on me like I play for Duke
"I never had a chance", that's just an excuse
Got my dreams, hit the stars
I'm turning them loose
So funny, had these fuckboys switched on me
They like "Damn, lil' Rockie got rich, homie"
Now I'm smoked out with these
Two chicks on me
He like pears so I passed it to the big homie
Talking 'bout money, we don't play about it
Talking 'bout some drama
I can stay without it
But, you know it all comes with the fame
They say you only get remembered
When you got a name
7 others died with Aaliyah on the plane
I don't know nobody else
Should them niggas feel the shame
Said I had a fear of flying
If I can't save Hip-Hop
Can I least save a young nigga from dying?
Save a mother from crying 'less
It's tears of joy
Tell a father he's supposed to be there
For his girl and his boy
Staying on a hustle with all
Of the right reasons
To give the right gifts on holiday season

Secrets come for free if you wanna know
But homies know I'm on the low
Fucking and busting a hoe
In the ghetto in our pockets
All we had was dreams
If I'm given any chance, I'mma shoot a three
From the bleachers
Know my daddy rooting up in Heaven
Niggas jealous
They can't imagine how much you stressing
Homie looking at me stepping out of cars
Model chick, she from New York
You should look at her
Stepping in a nigga way that's
Donkey of the day down to do a nigga dirty
Put him in his place
And regardless of my ways
I would tend to pray
Ask them niggas that you praise
Do they have a faith?
Air Condition for niggas who's
Under one condition hurt home
Your mother gone but she a Christian
Sort of a football star
His father never visited
But who am I? Another rapper
Holding on his pistol
Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle
Signing off, yes, it's fat boy, Ricky Rizzle