In a world where fame and fortune often come with a hefty price, this track serves as an introspective journey into the heart of the artist. The lyrics reveal a constant struggle between maintaining authenticity and succumbing to the pressures of success. The song's protagonist grapples with his past while navigating the turbulent waters of fame, constantly reminding himself not to lose sight of who he truly is. He uses his wealth as a shield against potential threats, yet yearns for salvation from the very lifestyle that has brought him riches. Despite these challenges, he remains thankful for his journey - acknowledging both the highs and lows that have shaped him. The song is ultimately a testament to resilience in the face of adversity, and an ode to staying true to oneself amidst the chaos of stardom.
Thankful
Lyrics
(I'm working on dying)
(Oogie Mane he killed it)
Boy, don't make me do it, make me do it, make me do it
Boy, don't make me prove it, make me prove it, prove it, prove it
I don't gotta prove it, but I surely will do it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear, I be vibin', I be grooving to the music (I be vibin')
I swear that I can't lie, don't know what I'd do without my music
Niggas think I'm crazy, niggas think that I be tweakin' (let's go)
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters and they chefs too
Ok, whip it, then they kill it, not specific
Throw his body in a ocean, ooh, that Pacific
I'm gon' kill it, I'm gon' make it to the top
If I fall down, climbin' right back up, 'cause I'm the one (ayy)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my gun? (gun)
I got too much money on me, why wouldn't I just have my guns? (gun)
Oh bankroll, all night bankroll, all day bankroll, all bad bank'
I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful, I'm so thankful (yeah, let's go)
I got too much on my mental (mental)
I got too many fallen angels (angels)
Can't fall for the streets, I won't fall when I'm famous (skrrt)
I won't eat 'less I feed my main chick (I won't eat)
When I can't breathe, I be on my same shit (when I can't breathe)
I drink lean and I go insane, bitch (I drank lean)
Oh, you ain't bust yet, baby? I been came in it, I can't change in it
I love my niggas, do you hear the pain in it?
Neck look like it got some rain in it
Double cup on me, so I had to dip my chain in it
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters and they chefs too (whoa)
Lookin' at my pockets and my hunnids, they be peakin'
Tryna see what they gon' get spent on today
Probably a thot bitch or a brand new K
Or prolly for that Bentley that I got on the way
Or prolly for my family so that they all could be straight
Or prolly that bartender that be countin' her ones to Holly's
I remember she didn't hear, I met that girl at Sally's
I took that girl with big fears to the black college (college)
I remember, I ain't never ever go to colle' (college)
I remember, I ain't never wanna go to colle' (colle')
Now I'm countin' up the money, but I'm duckin' squally
Bro 'nem, they tore 'em up that they can't show the body
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, I feel it
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, I feel it (I feel it)
I can't get caught slippin' (slippin')
I pulled off like it's a Trans-Am
Everything you tryna show me, I already seen it (seen it)
Everything you tryna show me, I already done (done)
Put diamonds on my pinky and my index and my thumb (thumb)
I don't even care because that bih didn't want a Demon
Save my soul before I let go (save, ayy)
Gotta save my soul before I let go (Let go)
I'm gon' take my shot and I'ma score before I let you
Niggas mad because my niggas shooters and they chefs too
Writer(s): Symere Woods
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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