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Don Q

Genres: Hip-Hop

Thank God Lyrics - Don Q

[Verse] 

I just wanna thank god 

Through the good and the bad 

Come take a look at my past 

I couldn't have passed with all these crooks in my class 

Gotta roll with the punches 

Talking hooks and the jabs 

I couldn't be last 

Grow the riches 

My foot on the gas 

They making more statements 

Once you in the law station 

My thoughts tainted 

I could feel them at the door waiting 

This a cold day in hell 

If I run across Satan 

Got me praying to the lord 

With my diamond cross hanging 

Get killed for a short payment 

These niggas reckless and devious 

Clear the scene 

Post up your body and make a meme of it 

I dreamed about success 

And I made a couple promises 

Get the bag and never look back 

That shit was obvious 

You stay, they say you dumb 

Leave out, they say you hiding 

50 left Queens 

Stacks stayed, and they bodied him 

Mace left Harlem 

Al stayed and they bodied him 

Niggas getting Shmurders but look what they did to Bob and them 

I speak to Rowdy time to time 

He ain't good spiritually 

We got a classic Free 

I wait until the hood hear it 

I couldn't steer it 

I'm watching my man cook up a hard piece 

I'm taking notes 

Tryna steal his whip, like a car thief 

You frauds sweet 

Keep your advice 

I'll never use it 

My homie said 

He just wanna aim at your head and shoot it 

He waiting for the word 

I'm bout to just tell him do it 

I ain't petty 

I'll make sure the caste get theraputed 

'Cause opportunity dead now 

I picked the lock 

Tornado gun 

I could spin your block 

When I spin your block 

I sell chicken in Hell's Kitchen 

It's well written 

You either gon' be a dead victim or jail sentence 

Shells spitting 

Fuck rain, I let hail hit 'em 

He survive 

Treat him like a dog 

If he tell clip him 

The shit that I'm rhyming is deep 

You see how I vibe to the beat 

When Pop died, I was weak 

For nights that I cried in my sleep 

There was thoughts in my head 

Like how could this be? 

Went from starter on the team 

Now you just outta the league 

Damn, and now you just outta the league 

And just for you I keep a trophy 

The rock on the sleeve 

 

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