ft ar ab troy ave – give thanks (ft. ar-ab) – troy ave lyrics
i wanna say thanks to my pot
now is benjamin franks in my lot
i wanna say thanks to my glock
and rip to the n-gg-s that i shot
i wanna give thanks to my block
still f-ck put the money in the stocks
it’s 33 shots in them all
we screaming f-ck you to the cops
first of all, i wanna thank god and my pot
hold up, anybody can’t afford this pot
i smoke this, i smoke n-gg-s, they deserve it, get shot
i don’t start sh-t, i depart sh-t, they deserve what they got
they deserve to get rot, rock deserved to get shot
put a right skate on an ice plate, i’m eating well of this block
fat boy with this stacks, troy, actor is a mad coil
ask me and i don’t f-ck with you, i f-ck the b-tches that f-ck with you
and lead me to your whereabouts, i creep through and i air you out
ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it
raw paper in this d-mn song but it’s real life, i’m hands on
other n-gg-s ain’t of it, they rap about it, i does it
i’m selling c-ke in the public, i done tell meet me in public
in a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist
cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don’t change
fur on, my bird’s gone, i’m brooklyn’s new cocaine powder
i wanna say thanks to my pot
now is benjamin franks in my lot
i wanna say thanks to my glock
and rip to the n-gg-s that i shot
i wanna give thanks to my block
still f-ck put the money in the stocks
it’s 33 shots in them all
we screaming f-ck you to the cops
i wanna say thanks to my powers
that baking soda helped me with the progress
i may fit to your axe in the projects
the hood still talking about my rep
i done shot n-gg-s over truck teams
’cause n-gg-s didn’t see her when her looks came
i talk money, n-gg-s run game
where i’m from they only respecting the gun game
remember when i used to drive a regal
now i’m paying for your rights for an eagle
it’s 8 big bullets in this eagle, it’s leaving n-gg-s curled up in the field
i carry a topple like a handgun
i hear your baby mama pay your ransom
the c-ke and the pot and it’s dancing
i hope all your kids catch cancer
i wanna say thanks to my pot
now is benjamin franks in my lot
i wanna say thanks to my glock
and rip to the n-gg-s that i shot
i wanna give thanks to my block
still f-ck put the money in the stocks
it’s 33 shots in them all
we screaming f-ck you to the cops
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