Lyrics
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I'll one take this shit, look
Kazie Man le Fleur in the booth just sayin' you gotta give thanks
I give thanks all the time for the day, my folks, this Left Coast shit, look
Gettin' to this paper like I'm 'posed too
Livin' life then layin' it down on pro tools
Never tried to be no one or pose, who am I
The same man back then as who I show you
Today in fact, as I sit back and play this track
Plot my next moves like chess moves but the game is rap
Stick to my discipline and let God pay it back
Just left the gym, hit chest, legs, and back
Took a shower then after this make some plays to stack
'Cause we tryna break records, not chase the stats
A young Dame trailblazin' till my name is that
Of the ones that's before me
From the night to the morning I'm tryna earn that which is for me
These rap niggas corny
Give the most out high the glory for bein' me so pour me up some more, please
Glasses to the sky
Cheers to the fact that you made it, you alive
You don't have to ask why
Pay it forward, give thanks, and get back to the grind
Glasses to the sky
If you puttin' in that time
Glasses to the sky
You made it, you alive
You made it, you alive, gotta give thanks
Friday morning means another trip to the bank
Trips to the beach to take some hits of the dank
Then run some errands, Lakers play the Sixers at eight
But first it's Trader Joe's asparagus with a steak
When it's said and done, put me on a list with the greats
Ain't focused on that shit, bae, the chips what I chase
Hey now! Please don't put your wet lips on the J
Hips and your waist and how it's mixed with the face
Got a nigga, uh, shit, I might hit it today
But I gotta let you go if you get in the way
Of trying to put my team on and championships in the case
How this hit with the bass, make me wanna get some
Money to the point of nigga makin' passive income
Need them blue strips, Ben Franks, big ones