Thank God

[Intro] (AraabMUZIK) [Verse 1: Dave East] My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate You broke, get out of the way They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid" I look at the game, they gotta be slaves This shit ain't never gon' stop Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?" I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed Not tryna go back to them ways What go around come around, my nigga, that's karma (Karma) Just trying to add another comma She told me she fell in love with my persona I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama I can't get in tune with that trash I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton shit Pack smelling like an armpit Who is that? Why they calling? We trap and get off it My nigga, that's cap, I know you be fraudin' Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starving I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking Problems, I saw 'em too often Your bitch'd look good in the dark I would've kicked them up out my apartment (Yeah) We got this shit lit from the start My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (All of 'em) She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (Better be) Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, "Boy, you better be cautious" Phone tapped, niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted I don't ask shit 'cause I bought it (Bought it) A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer) Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it) This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh) First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (Still) If they kill me, I'll go out a martyr Fuck what you talking, nobody go harder (Huh) [Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Thank God I got out of the trenches Even though my niggas still in the system The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her The tank big enough for eight bitches Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let's go) [Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Every car, man, it's mine, never catch me in a rental If a nigga drop a dime, my nigga, he never was with you, yeah If you see a nigga with me, you already know he official Young nigga rockin' icy watches on the regular, told you bitches I ain't regular, yeah, uh I pull up taking niggas' bitches, I don't mean to get you offended I swear I don't do it intentionally I get money, so this shit is nothin' to me Whole lot of sons in this industry, my nigga, it's only one of me Me and my nigga East from the same side, yeah, he like a cousin to me [Verse 3: Dave East & A Boogie wit da Hoodie] I put that shit on my life, I put that shit on my daughter (Kairi) I gotta go catch me a flight, but I'll be right back by the morning (Be right back) I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don't know how I want it (Know how I want it) This shit is a hell of a life, way better than standin' on corners, six in the morning (Six in the morning, early, nigga) I used to wake up at six in the morning (Wide awake, my nigga) I walked right out the spot, them bitches was boring (Curve) You thought them niggas was gangsters, we thought them niggas was corny (Corny) I'm living legit, but'll still get you hit while a nigga performing (Bah) I was outside until six in the morning (Outside) Soaking up game from OGs that did it the longest (OGs) We don't give a fuck what you smoking, this shit is the strongest My youngin went H.A.M. on that nigga, we gave him a bonus (That's true, yeah) [Refrain: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah) I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke) Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm) Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his) You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah) Nigga, if it's really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me) Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah) [Verse 4: Dave East] Araab, you did it again If she is not tryna fuck, I'ma go give her to friend I'm living off lessons that you could only go and get from the pen' (Pen') Mind racing, go and get me a pen (Pen) Never mind, I ain't wrote in a minute (Minute) Glad to see her get her life together Went and got a job, she ain't smoked in a minute (Woo) I been around the world and came back As a matter of fact, we ain't spoke in a minute (Spoke in a minute) These lost niggas gotta know that he winning Big blunt, Prada on when he shitting God do, I don't gotta forgive him (Not me) He gotta hustle, I might gotta get with him She love a nigga, she done got with the rhythm Thank God I got out of the trenches [Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Thank God I got out of the trenches Even though my niggas still in the system The bitch lied if she said I ain't kill it Nigga, naw, never ever forgive her The tank big enough for eight bitches Rich bitches, big bitches, nigga, listen Big Richard hit different (Yeah, let's go) [Refrain: A Boogie wit da Hoodie] Count some bread, smoke some dope (Smoke some dope, yeah) I couldn't wear Hermes when I was broke (I was broke) Get the scalpel, yeah, cut his throat, yeah (Cut his, mmm) Ain't with the scuffling, shoot his fro, mmm (Shoot his) You wasn't there when I was broke, yeah (When I was broke, yeah) Nigga, if it's really lit, just let me know (Just let me, just let me) Just get the F&N and let it go (Let it, yeah, just let it go, yeah)