Rockie Fresh - Thank You lyrics

rate me

Feat. Rick Ross

(Verse)

I use to stay up late in debate

And now I’m late came up in this cake

This shit of feelin’ but now I’m tripin’

Cuz I ain’t really happy like I’m suppose to be

Is gettin’ hard cuz I’ve been losin’ people close to me

I’m just a young hustler

I’m learnin how to cook early

And I can see her death try to beat it even if this perfin’

A lot of bitches be dirty so they just don’t deserve me

Watch on how I movin’ cu I’m sein’ on this life comerc

I watch pify, I watch pop, I watch MC

And you’ve been drivin’ and sippin’ when you get in deep

I have livin’ for this nigga, shit, so fuckin’ til they hatin’

Shit in front of guy like Dj. Invu

I had brothers breakfast all ______(?) all with my brother Rick

And iff you think you try to change me, nigga you fuckin cra’

And if I ever did wrong, I did it on my own

Many people do rappin, but was the step and stone

Lot of parts of my life, I had o roll the dice

But I learn from my mistakes I didn’t do it twice

Let em down in the desert, shine it like the city lights

The thirty six floor, it’s just a nigga city view

And ball made it, boom main it, this ain’t nuthin’ new

But I ain’t trippin’ cuz it don’t make me better then you

Yeah I’m blessed but pussy nigga, I’m better then you

My hunnit blue, devil know me like I pray for due

I never had a chance, that’s just an excuse

Got my dreams in the stars I’m turnin’ em, lose

So funny how this fuck boys switch on me

They like damn, lil rockin’ like rich homie

Now I’m smoked out with this 2 chicks on me

He like pass so I pass it to a big homie

Talkin’ bout money, we won’t play about it

Talkin’ bout some drama, I can stay without it

But you know it all cause with the fame

Say you only did remeber when you got a game

Seven on the die with the lean on the play

I don’t know no body else, shit the nigga feel the same

Should I have a flick flak if I can say hip hop

And I need savin’, young nigga for damn

Save the money for crime, this are tears of joy

Tell, Father you should be there for these girls and boys

Stay on that hustle is all right

To get the right high for the holiday season

(Verse: Rick Ross)

Let me come for free if you wanna know

______(?) fuckin’ that bust girl

In the ghetto with all pockets full we dream

If we givin’ in the teans some of shuttin’ in three

From the bleatchers know my daddy room adnd up in Heaven

Niggas jelous but cant imagine how much is stressin’

Homie lookin’ on me like, steppin out the cars

Money chick from New York, you should look at her

Steppin' in a nigga' way, that's 'Donkey of the Day'

Down to do a nigga dirty, put him in his place

And regardless of my ways, I would tend to pray

Ask them niggas that you praise, do they have a faith

That condition for niggas were under one condition

High homes, this not come corns, she’s not a Christian

Son of football star, his father never vision

But who am i? Another raper holdin on this pistol

______(?) yeah this fat boy, ______(?)