The Legend Adam Bomb - Thank God (feat. Frankie Payne) Lyrics

Imagine if a sinner made it living on a prayer
Lord knows they hate us lemme tell you how the Rich & Famous didn't want us there
Yeah, it took a while to get it but we're getting it all by ourself
In a city where nobody gives a shit about nobody else
They know what they're dealing with, they don't wanna deal with it
Bitch, you gon starve if you waiting for a meal ticket
I Used to drink 60s with my brothers near the Pits
We still drinking 60s, ain't a f*cking thing switch, Bruh

Legend don't change, I expand and conquer
Born for the war, I'm a man of honour
Couldn't find peace had to channel karma
Now we 25 deep out in Santa Barbara
Fans getting tracks from Japan to Ghana
Groupies getting wax like a candelabra
I ran with the cats that ran Toronto
One word, they'd a ran up on Ya, Thank God

Thank God, Thank God
Thank God we ain't broke still
Thank God
Thank Heaven we remember how waking up Broke feel
Thank God
Praise Jesus we ain't sleeping in the dirt already
Thank God, Thank God
The sermon don't stop cuz the church won't let me
Thank God for that shit, Thank God for that, Thank God for that shit
No problems no mo
Thank God for that shit, Thank God for that, Thank God for that shit
More Bottles, More 'Dro
Thank God for that shit, Thank God for that
We went from Day to Day to living well, my brothers
Thank God for that shit, Thank God for that
Congratulations we made it out of Hell, my brothers. Thank God

Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
Murder on a beat everytime I bring the heat
Thank God

We was sitting in overdraft
Tippin' Strippers with stolen cash
Hollow wallets, alcoholics
Sharing pitchers no photographs
Dozen rounds before the hours done
Flooded with sorrow so I drowned in some
Miserable cuz I was in a hole
And I've been there since I came out of one
Motherf*ckers don't care what you're going through
All they want to know is where are we going to
How much were those?, when'd they come out
What's the four digit code to your bank account
Everyone need a saviour when they're faith run out
Some pray for a way to help the days run out
Take a sip, take a drag til the pain's run out
Take a wrist, take a blade, let your veins run out
Take a Smith, Take a Gauge, let your brains run out
Exodus from a maze that you can't run out
I know the Struggle's real, I know the Love is real
Cuz it's in the same place when the hate run out
I know the fake run out once they've had enough
Or once they have enough, so they don't have our trust
But what we have in our hands is miraculous
We have a chance and they can't take that from us, Thank God

Thank God. Cuz so many things could've never happened
So many things could've went a different way
So we give thanks for every day
Every lesson and every gift
And the knowledge to decipher this
Thank God

Thank God we ain't broke still
Thank God
Thank Heaven we remember how waking up Broke feel
Thank God
Praise Jesus we ain't sleeping in the dirt already
Thank God, Thank God
The sermon don't stop cuz the church won't let me
Thank God