[Lyric] THANK GOD (CXRPSE)

[Verse 1]
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?

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
Then get on Twitter talking bout some niggas you don't fuck with

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 faces

[Hook]
Thank God I don't havе to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God I don't be out in the streets running fadеs
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
[Verse 2]
Why the fuck do everybody wanna rap
They see it's easy money, everybody on yo' back
Aye but I'ma set it straight, gon' and create
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 bringing 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

[Hook]
Thank God I don't have to slap a nigga in his face
Thank God I don't be out in the streets running 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 running 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