Pgalmmvgtyyy - Thanks for Nothing Lyrics

Thanks to my struggle
Ion take shyt for granted, when I got it off the muscle
Look and thanks in part to no one, who ain't help me 'pon my journey
I make em sick to they stomach they ont wanna see me bubble
Y'all ont f*ck wit me and that just put me back up in my duffle thanks for nothing
(Thanks for the bag) I'm stirring up in
(Thanks for the bag) And motivation
Cause when y'all ignore me I'm encourage more to try to make it

But I'm saying thanks for nothing, because if I make it one day
All them niggas who was hating watch they fake love be abundant
They be like "you yellin", so what, bitch that's from the pain and suffering
And corruption, they just wanted me to be sum I wasn't, I ain't Youngboy
I ain't Polo G, Lil Durk, G herbo, Nipsey Hussle
Young Thug, Rod Wave, or Gunna, I ain't nun of the above mentioned
Take it or leave it, hate or love it
Bitch cause ion give a f*ck, that's just more fuel gas me up with, thanks for nothing
They ont feel the presence of my essence
They negelect it and reject me and that shyt just made me question
Am I even really great really, or I'm just too damn self centered,
Prolly combination of em both, sum Kanye West shyt
Niggas get some dough and then they blow it
Niggas dying to be known that's why they living in the moment
Going broke tho for some hoes they tricking on em
Then they leave you by yo lonely, and ain't sayin nun more but (Thanks for the bag)
And thanks to the haters
And thanks to the ones that changed up, y'all the ones that really made me
Niggas fake, you breakin bread on the daily for them to snake you like (Thanks for the bag)
That shyt brazy right

Thanks to my struggle
Ion take shyt for granted, when I got it off the muscle
Look and thanks in part to no one, who ain't help me 'pon my journey
I make em sick to they stomach they ont wanna see me bubble
Y'all ont f*ck wit me and that just put me back up in my duffle thanks for nothing
(Thanks for the bag) I'm stirring up in
(Thanks for the bag) And motivation
Cause when y'all ignore me I'm encourage more to try to make it

And y'all worried bout others like y'all ain't carrying y'all own luggage
I ain't never been lucky, got it out mud, dug deep
Here we go again, tryin get respect, so I must be on a mission
Cause I'm level headed, grounded, like I'm punished
Ain't no flaws in my armor, well rounded like circumference
But I'm sum on point. well rounded, nearest hundredths
Devin Booker, Demarcus cousins, niggas wild cats like Kentucky
Peep I keep sum tricks up my sleeve without having no cufflinks
They say I'm talkin shyt, atleast
I'm talkin actual facts while other niggas speakin gibberish
But y'all the ones that got me in this bag to get this shyt released
Off of my conscience, since all of y'all just won't show amenity
And it's failure wished upon on me by many men
I wish my city succeed but y'all niggas ain't built like me
I wouldn't be where I'm at now if y'all wasn't givin me
The shyt I need to push forward thru anything just to say (Thanks for the bag)
Cause I'm in it now (Thanks for the bag)
I had to give y'all thanks

Aye but anyway (Thanks for nothing)
I waste my energy but (Thanks for nothing)
And they ont hear me but (Thanks for nothing)
Move out my vicinity
And if this shyt take off (Thanks for the bag)
Not really tho (Thanks for the bag)