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skeme - thank god lyrics

verse 1

straight out that inglewood city
where the skinny n-ggas ride
you ain’t really with this life
i can see it in your eyes
chasing money everyday and everynight, until the casket
drop on my head, give me bread
that’s my last wish
my new girlfriend sh-tting on my last b-tch
liquor in my cup, probably darker than my past get
yeah, i heard that life is what you make it
and that she’s a b-tch, but homie that my type of lady
see now, dollar after dollar
i need money and the power
and a bad red b-tch steaming in my shower
yeah, these are the days of our lives
where it’s real against the fraud
lil homie, now pick a side
i said, dollar after dollar
more money and the power
and a bad red-bone b-tch steamin in my shower
yeah, these are the days of our lives
where it’s real against the fraud
lil homie, now pick a side

hook

i hear everybody talking about us
i could give a f-ck
we been staying over there
but now it’s time to live it up
on the road to the riches
i give a d-mn, a n-gga saved
hit my knees every night
thank god a n-gga paid
[repeat x2]

verse 2

look, see we just out here
repping for what we came from
i be on that money
f-ck you think i got my name from?
pops who i got the game from
and he will tell you
“please do not confuse us with them lames, hun”
one, now it’s over for that f-ck sh-t
that’s my letter to you
and cowards that you f-ck with
ask around, they’ll tell you that we does this
sox gang bang, and tell a sucker to duck quick
yeah, living the lyrics that i speak so
money on my mind, dollar signs what i think about
smoke strong, let a couple songs leak out
flying through the clouds
type of sh-t these haters dream about
underrated but i’m never faded
underground but the radio still sneaking plays
two b-tches, one me, my situation
three’s company, i’m trying to start a corporation

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verse 3

every b-tch i ever touched been a bad one
you probably mad at the fact that you never had one
ain’t a rapper around realer than my dad’s son
empty rose bottles, where my gang ash blunts
see this is the life as we know it
losers and broke b-tches, two things that we never notice
i smoke potent, coupe rolling, roof open
rubber bands on my stacks, they too big to fold it
and before i leave, i bring death to the beat
and let the listeners grieve
they know that, boy, i’m just keeping it g
and need you to do the same when you listen to me

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