T.I. ft. 21 Savage - Thank God Lyrics

(Hitmaka) Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Yeah I thank God that I made it here

Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)

Show your credentials, who you a kin to? (That's it)
Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? (Uh-huh)
Hit you on your records, you sounding very high (uh-huh)
But what you done did the nigga can verify (uh)
No corroboration, ain't no conversation
Just a bunch of a cap mixed with a lot of hating
Went from hand to hand at the serving station
To making a hundred and fifty grand just off day training
Ay man, we know you ain't did the shit you said man (no)
Where I come from, you end up a dead man
Playing 'round, where a nigga die for staying down
The neighborhood we can't build it faster than they tear it down
Black man fire, and homie, I hear sirens
White police firing, homie, and they silent
Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose
Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school, damn

Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)

Mighta took a minute but we got it in (21)
Lost a couple M's, lost a couple friends (on God)
Gotta take some losses if you wanna win
Disrespect, it's damn near mandatory that we gotta spin (brrt)
Tryna hibernate, we get his next of kin (21)
Encore, fuck it, hit they block again (on God)
I embrace the struggle 'cause I understand
Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like I'm preaching, all my bars holy (21)
You flexing for the 'Gram, that is not your Rollie (21)
Pockets overweight and all my opps bony (facts)
Sucker shit or hater shit, I'm not condoning (never)
See it in your eyes, all your love phony (21)
Stabbed me in my back and then he tried to bro me (21)

Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

Research information, read the scrap, we need to surf (I am)
I'm bending knees searching for my life's purpose (amen)
Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? (No)
You're mistaken and most churches is extortion
What the Bible say 'bout faith without work? Huh (damn)
You can still do everything right and get murked, huh
Think to support education they ain't learn (uh-huh)
Still hate, got 'em killing and they turnt (go)
Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle (like who?)
Like Bankroll Fresh and the king of Alabama, Doe B
Peanut Da Don and Lil Chino
Dead soul summer, camouflage back in the day
Then there was Dolla, Lil Snupe, triple X, and Mac Dre
Man, every day a blessing, learned that shit from hustle
Don't take that shit for granted, do yourself some damage
In a mansion with expensive granite tryna understand it

Have a good time, the whole town show up
Money coming fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Stood solid, never let niggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

I did the prayer 'fore Ciara ever did that prayer
I said, "Lord, said me a nigga that don't hit me in the eyes on Friday
And got a job, and can read" and I got one
I met my husband and he wasn't gon' let me
He wasn't gon' let me fuckin' sell dope
And at the time I was a check forger 'fore
The rest of these niggas got on the check forgin' game
And he was just a Christian nigga, he wanted everything to go right
Fuck the rally, I feel in love with him and got a job at Mcdonald's
Rob's Railroad for four dollars and twenty cents an hour I was like
"Who the fuck do this shit? This is wacker than a motherfucker"
This what Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing from McDonald's nigga
As I ring you up, I rung you out
Fuck y'all laughing at?