Troy Ave - Give Thanks lyrics

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feat. Ar-Ab

I wanna say thanks to my pot

Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot

I wanna say thanks to my Glock

And RIP to the niggas that I shot

I wanna give thanks to my block

Still fuck put the money in the stocks

It’s 33 shots in them all

We screaming fuck you to the cops

First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot

Hold up, anybody can’t afford this pot

I smoke this, I smoke niggas, they deserve it, get shot

I don’t start shit, I depart shit, they deserve what they got

They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get shot

Put a right skate on an ice plate, I’m eating well of this block

Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil

Ask me and I don’t fuck with you, I fuck the bitches that fuck with you

And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out

Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it

Raw paper in this damn song but it’s real life, I’m hands on

Other niggas ain’t of it, they rap about it, I does it

I’m selling coke in the public, I done tell meet me in public

In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist

Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don’t change

Fur on, my bird’s gone, I’m Brooklyn’s new cocaine powder

I wanna say thanks to my pot

Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot

I wanna say thanks to my Glock

And RIP to the niggas that I shot

I wanna give thanks to my block

Still fuck put the money in the stocks

It’s 33 shots in them all

We screaming fuck you to the cops

I wanna say thanks to my powers

That baking soda helped me with the progress

I may fit to your axe in the projects

The hood still talking about my rep

I done shot niggas over truck teams

‘Cause niggas didn’t see her when her looks came

I talk money, niggas run game

Where I’m from they only respecting the gun game

Remember when I used to drive a Regal

Now I’m paying for your rights for an Eagle

It’s 8 big bullets in this Eagle, it’s leaving niggas curled up in the field

I carry a topple like a handgun

I hear your baby mama pay your ransom

The coke and the pot and it’s dancing

I hope all your kids catch cancer

I wanna say thanks to my pot

Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot

I wanna say thanks to my Glock

And RIP to the niggas that I shot

I wanna give thanks to my block

Still fuck put the money in the stocks

It’s 33 shots in them all

We screaming fuck you to the cops