Thank The Highest

[Intro]
(Jlap, talk to 'em)

[Chorus]
I feel like 50 off that one game
Before the love came, them drugs came and them funds made
I knew girly was a freak when we first met, she let me fuck face (Alloutw4r)
I got a hundred fiends calllin' at once, I got a bunch of plays
I got a couple hundred ways to make a hundred K
Unc' trippin', he got PTSD, he got a hundred K's
And bro the truth, his facts he never hoop, but he be dunkin' J's
I just brought an eight-ball to the court, but I ain't finna play
Latina freak, just called, she want some dick, I said, "Ándale"

[Verse]
Quick need a rock today, I pulled up in a drop today
I'm off the pills, record with M&M's, I feel like Dr. Dre
Come see my skills, I'm way above the rim, I feel like Dr. J
I'm motivated, I cultivated this shit, and I be gettin' pape'
Niggas signin' they soul away for that chicken, they be gettin' raped
I'm in the trenches, finna pull up with a biscuit, come and get the 'caine
My fiend on her last leg, she gotta get a cane
No leg shots, them big old .556s, they be hittin' brains
And I got a chop tall as my nephew, call him Lil Mane
He put shorty in the grave, he tried to cross me for a lil' gain
The day they think this shit get sweet, then they can feel the pain
Niggas actin' like they shooters, they ain't killin' things
They tried to stop me in my tracks, but I ain't feel a thing
They tried to stab me in my back, but I ain't feel a thing
Niggas out here switchin' on they homies, why is it still a thing?
I couldn't coreside 'em
I was high for no reason, killers go and find him
You ever sold a thousand blue Yercs posted in Carolina?
'Member steppin' on work, had on a pair of dires
Everything I touch gold, I got a pair of Midas
I'm on the plane, I brainstorm in deep thought, I'm in the air the highest
But things there say they won't care to try it
And now they wear the way I 'pare myself for greatest, gotta thank the Highest
You niggas fake, you can't make it lyin'
Bitch, I'm a beast, feel like I grew up in the jungle, look in my face, a lion
Feelin' East, so I told her how to hustle, I'ma make her drive it
Committed my intentions, I get ridiculous with these hoes' interests
I can't do nothin' special to these hoes, and only most get it
Three grams of hard, she cut it down to soft and now her nose itchin'
If I ain't at the crib, I'm on the road gettin' it
If I ain't on the road, I'm at the home kitchen
Heatin' up the stove in it
Bro came home from a dub, he got parole since

[Chorus]
I feel like 50 off that one game
Before the love came, them drugs came and them funds made
I knew girly was a freak when we first met, she let me fuck face
I got a hundred fiends calllin' at once, I got a bunch of plays
I got a couple hundred ways to make a hundred K
Unc' trippin', he got PTSD, he got a hundred K's
And bro the truth, his facts he never hoop, but he be dunkin' J's
I just brought an eight-ball to the court, but I ain't finna play
Latina freak, just called, she want some dick, I said, "Ándale"