Thanksgiving

作曲：Jeremie Pennick,Rory William Quigley

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met (uh-huh)

And the trenches, you can't forget the trenches too

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Yo, you anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh)

I'm one of those hustlers you gotta tell, "Thank you" (say, "Thank you")

Got advice from my dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love

He said, "We did the work, you giving too much credit to the plug" (what you mean?)

That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee (aight)

When ** couldn't sell it theyself they was hitting me (nigga)

I was one call away, I pull up with the ** with me (what you want? What you need?)

And you don't know the pressure of owing the plug fifty

Got a jail call, he told me stay dangerous, take it easy

Was in the dayroom and couldn't believe he seen me on TV

He spent money on his ** every time he got work through (I remember that)

Caught seven years and she only visited the first two, damn

Rappers in my genre want to be me still (I know)

I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel like

I'm cheating when I read these deals (I'm gone, **)

Talking you live like this, that's gonna make 'em hate you

This what fueled them to get off they asses, I made them greater

You should thank me, **

Y'all ** can't tell me what I should do (ah, tell me, "Thank you")

Just thank me (y'all ** should tell me, "Thank you")

I give y'all ** something to watch, something to look forward to

I don't want no opinions (you should thank me, **)

From ** who don't take care of they kids (you should thank me)

(Somebody tell me, "Thank you")

** who got they homeboys in jail ** up

(Y'all ** should tell me, "Thank you")

You gotta fix your life 'fore you try to fix my **

I rap about ** (somebody tell me, "Thank you")

This is what I want to talk about, **

Let me do me, ** (you should thank me)

If you don't like my **, turn my ** off, ** (you should thank me)

At the table racking my brain, like how I'm back in the game (how that ** happen?)

Went and did that little bid, now my hoes ain't acting the same (damn)

Stressin', I did them sentences without stacking no change

Getting high inside, knowing my pride ain't matching my wage

Let me take you back to that blue building, back in the day

While trapping 2 for 15's, plus that was my age

From that little stage, two or three years I mastered my ways (uh-huh)

We'd be the Jackson's of Yay if they gave out plaques for the game

Let me take you back to that little pot, that little flame

Brick to a sports agency, we respect grindin' (uh-huh)

I'm signing offensive lineman and BMX riders

You want a meeting with me and BSF then be a check writer

In therapy, learning to walk again

Fought 'em in a robbery, they shot me

I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy)

They want me to post when I slide, to say I'm gangster

Trust me it won't make us the gram, it's gon' make the papers

Thank us

Ah, tell me, "Thank you"

Y'all ** should tell me, "Thank you" (tell me, "Thank you", **)

You should thank me, **, you should thank me (nah)

Somebody tell me, "Thank you" (fuck you gon' tell me, huh?)

Y'all ** should tell me, "Thank you" (ah)

Somebody tell me, "Thank you"