Thank God lyrics

[Intro: T.I.]
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
Came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

[Chorus: T.I.]
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, n*gga, throw up
Stood solid, never let n*ggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Show your credentials, who you akin to? (That's it)
Boy, who you done beat up? What you done been through? (Uh-huh)
Hit you on your records, you soundin' very high (Uh-huh)
But what you done did the n*gga can verify (Uh)
No corroboration, ain't no conversation
Just a bunch of a cap mixed with a lot of hatin'
Went from hand to hand at the serving station
To makin' a hundred-and-fifty grand just off day trainin'
And man, we know you ain't did the sh*t you said there
Where I come from, you end up a dead man
Playin' 'round, where a n*gga die for stayin' down
The neighborhood we can't build it faster than they tear it down
Black man fire, and homie, I hear sirens
White police firin', homie, and they silent
Then they expect me not to be violent, it's a lose-lose
Tryna unlearn what I been taught since elementary school, damn
[Chorus: T.I.]
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, n*gga, throw up
Stood solid, never let n*ggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Might've took a minute but we got it in (21)
Lost a couple M's, lost a couple friends (On God)
Gotta take some losses if you wanna win
Disrespect, it's damn near mandatory that we gotta spend (Brrt)
Tryna hibernate, we give his next-of-kin (21)
Encore, f*ck it, hit they block again (On God)
I embrace the struggle 'cause I understand
Fell in love with hard times, they turned me to a f*ckin' man (21)
Livin' by the code, I don't talk to police (Never)
Stand up when I'm p*ssin', can't no n*gga ho me (pus*y)
Rapping like I'm preachin', all my bars holy
You flexin' for the 'Gram, that is not your Rollie (21)
Pockets overweight and all my opps bony (Facts)
Sucker sh*t or hater sh*t, I'm not condonin' (Never)
See it in your eyes, all your love phony (21)
Stabbed me in my back and then he tried to bro me (21)
[Chorus: T.I.]
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, n*gga, throw up
Stood solid, never let n*ggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Research information , reach, scratch beneath the surface (I am)
I'm bendin' knees, searchin' for my life's purpose (Amen)
Think you can pray your way up out of misfortune? (No)
You're mistaken and most churches is extortion
What the Bible say 'bout faith without work? Huh (Damn)
You can still do everything right and get murked, huh
Think to support education they ain't learn (Uh-huh)
Still hate, got 'em killin' and they turnt (Go)
Seen so many futures and families set on the mantle (Like who?)
Like Bankroll Fresh and the king of Alabama
Doe B, Peanut Da Don and Lil Chink
Dex Osama, Camouflage back in the day
Then there was Dolla, Lil Snupe, triple X, and Mac Dre
Man, every day a blessin', learned that sh*t from hustle
Don't take that sh*t for granted, do yourself some damage
In a mansion with expensive granite, tryna understand it
[Chorus: T.I.]
Have a good time, the hard times show up
Money comin' fast, hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here
Respected by every hood, n*gga, throw up
Stood solid, never let n*ggas ho us
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here

[Outro: Ms. Pat]
I did the prayer 'fore Ciara ever did that prayer
I said, "Lord, send me a n*gga that don't hit me in the eye on Friday, and got a job, and can read"
And I got one
I met my husband
And he wasn't gon' let me, he wasn't gon' let me f*ckin' sell dope
And at the time I was a check forger for the rest of the league got on the check forgin' game
And he was just a Christian n*gga, he wanted everything to go right
f*cked around and, I fell in love with him and got a job at McDonald's, [?] Road for four dollars and twenty-seven cents an hour
I'm like, "Who the f*ck do this sh*t?"
This is whacker than a motherf*cker
"Is this what Jesus told you n*ggas to do, to work for four dollars and twenty-five cents an hour and y'all ain't stealin' sh*t?"
So you know me, I started stealin' from McDonald's, n*gga
As I ring you up, I rung you out
f*ck y'all laughing at?