Yeah, yeah haaaaah Mane f** all these n***as That's why I keep my ruger But I thank em, gracias I thank 'em When my pockets be on broke mode Smokin' on this mota I thank em, gracias I thank 'em If am rich as f** I thank 'em Broke as hell I thank em If I'm stressed out I thank 'em For today I thank em If I blow your a** away It could've been me so I thank 'em Forgive me Lord, but I thank 'em Eh, okay not everything for sure Thank you lord yeah he know so No help where I come from When you're city so poor My ghetto, man I love my ghetto Trappin' out my ghetto Swangin' off that yayo Pocket it was solo Ready for that elbow Watching for the popo Marked up and I know so All day they on patrol But they have no control BET no Visa, no j's it was Reebok Talking in [?] Locked up for thank Jesus 'Cause I could been dizzy (dizzy) Fifty countin' a to z Thank you lord and I know so All about my go role Gotta stay on go mode Favorite gun is a ruger Any know I'm a true one Many don't hellujah In a eye of a shooter So you know ill do ya Pocket it was breakin' Stomache steady aching Trappin' out of vacant But I had to take it 'Cause I could been dizzy (dizzy) From the streets to BET I did it Real hood n***a can't stop me Can't clone me or copy Chances to recopy Haters can't believe me believe it Jesus, thank Jesus believe me