Kidd Boss the Goat - Thankful Lyrics

Oh, let me kiss your eye
Let me wipe the tears away
Oh, let me hold you close
Let's talk to each other
I wanna hear what you gotta say
You said you broke, get a job, or go grind on the stoop
Call up some men, let them in, sit them down, there's a group
Mask them up, strap them up, and go ask for the loot
Nobody's stopping you, you gotta get your hands on some food
But right now you a scrambling fool
But listen up, because right now I'm scrambling too
I know it's tough, but giving up, what a man shouldn't do
We switch it up, strengthen up, and get back to the punch
That's how we do
I thank God for another chance to go and sell another gram
Thank Him for this gun to protect me, cause it was rough this year
Lot of robberies, lot of homies, lot of f*cking tears
Victim to murder society, yeah I grew up in here
Plans on escaping us, hard to get away from here
I'm thinking of a state to hit, niggas don't make it here
All I know is hustle, put my life up in a zip lock
I stand here confused with my eyes open
I stand here confused, but I thank God
For giving me the chance to think again as one more time
And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job
If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine
Interview the hood, ask them how they feel
What a black man would do to get his kid another mil
He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill
Couple dollars for the lawyer he waiting for a apeal
I stand here confused, but I thank God
For giving me the chance to think again as one more time
And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job
If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine
Interview the hood, ask them how they feel
What a black man would do to get his kid another mil
He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill
Couple dollars for the lawyer he waiting for a apeal
That's real, no deal, I'm going hood, platinum for real
I sold a million mixed CDs, and still ain't on TV
I been independent for a minute, trying to do me
With no help, I kicked they ass like Bruce Lee
Then knocked them out like Ali, connecting them blows
Made a lot of progress on the road, I'm maintaining
Doing the opposite of food, the opposite of crumbs
My cake fluffing up and talking slice after slice
I just can't make enough, I'm doing shows now
Snow rearing up on blow pounds, a hustle with an appetite
The corner never closed down, it stays opened up
Heads get opened up, on that same corner, different murderer
Streets losing they cool, them back blocks burning up
Black suits and dresses, family getting fancy for them bad days
Twelve black limos headed that-a-way
Somebody important just passed away
The birth was given to the next gen, Master J
To us it's foolish how we live, but it amused them
Cause even though they seen the gutter, they ain't never moving
Please just sing it brother, tell them where your dude's been
Even in the pen, I'm surviving in that cool wind
Mommy home stressing daddy, gotta bring that food in
Mommy home stressing daddy, gotta bring that snack in
They're confused, but I thank God
For giving me the chance to think again as one more time
And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job
If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine
Interview the hood, ask them how they feel
What a black man to do to get his kid another meal
He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill
Couple dollars for the lawyer, he waiting for a apeal
I stand here confused, but I thank God
For giving me the chance to think again as one more time
And now I'm on my grind, full time, legal job
If my CD don't sell, then my CD still be fine
Interview the hood, ask them how they feel
What a black man to do to get his kid another meal
He definitely gon' rob, he probably gon' kill
Couple dollars for the lawyer, he waiting for a apeal
That's real