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Thankful (Explicit) - Hell Razah
Yeah yeah
Yeah Hell Razah a k a the Renaissance Child
Razah Rubies the Rabbi
I wanna give a special thanks to everybody out there
That bout the album you know
I appreciate that
For all the love and the support
And everything knowImean
Yeah wings up throw ya M's in the air let's go
I'm bout that jackpot jackpot
Keeping my gat cocked
Still Red Hook like the G train last stop
Where black cops take
A percentage from crack spots
Where fans online like I invented the laptop
My black Godfather to match my black revolver
With bullets that'll tear through
Your vest and body armor
Get turned into martyrs
And buried at funeral parlors
And covered up with make up
Keep f**king our cake up
Your moms'll be begging
The lord for you to wake up
Like Harry Melvin and the Blue Notes
I'll give you two pokes
Of gun smoke from my toast you get too close
This is BK home of the bosses and kidnappers
Where ice like igloo picks cold as Alaska
I spit that emerald saphire and jasper
I'm where the coke so white they call it Casper
And know all the ** kingpins became rappers
And labels wanna buy out artists to keep they masters
What's a royalty point with no loyalty
With CEO's wiping they nose
Sniffing ya budget up
And tell you that you need
More scams to bring your numbers up
It's all recoupable
From your birth to your funeral
Streets a musical
Pay your debts or they suing you
Back at shooting you
It's whatever's more suitable
I wanna thank all my fans
For they love and support
Because it wouldn't be me
Without no records you bought
I had to bring it back raw
For the streets of New York
And leave something for
These critics and these haters to talk
Am I a problem
A thorn in your side a suicidal bomb threat
Every morning you rise
And stored in your drive
And programmed to open your mind
I kosher the rhyme
And pray it like a ghetto Rabbi
That stay on the grind
Before any label can sign
I'm doing numbers online
Matter fact independently fine
Get off of my vine
And go find a mountain to climb
I'm where crime ain't illegal
With paid bills to feed you
And jars be firing we hire those people
Be stuck with the choice of the lesser of two evils
I'm camouflage you know
I blend with the amazon
Project apartments
Turn to pentagons
My sixteen bars
They study in synagogues
Made her shuffle tarot cards
And search for other Gods
It's odd but I'm the youngest nigga
I'll that's far
Cause I ain't try'nna be Jay
Pac Nas or Biggie Smalls
Keep my currency flowing like Niagera Falls
Get it cracking like the Berlin Wall
You hear the Maccabee role call
Bullets travel in your like pinball
I'm banksta all about deposits and withdrawals
A Fistful of Dollars I advise you to get yours
Yo count your money man you got it
A hundred thousand
Take that money two hundred thousand
And go break bread with ya niggas man
Three hundred thousand you good
You good
And teach 'em all the same thing
No doubt son yeah we all leaders
We gon' do it like this
Razah a k a the Renaissance Child
I'd like to give a special thanks to the Most High
For waking me up this morning
For making everything real word up
I'm thankful for the simple things in life
Knowhatimean
I'm thankful for being
Able to see out of my two eyes right now
Hear out of both of my ears
Both of them word up I love ya'll man
Good looking for supporting the album too man
