Thanksgiving

Yeah, this for all the plugs I met (uh-huh)
And the trenches, you can't forget the trenches too
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Yo, you anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh)
I'm one of those hustlers you gotta tell, "Thank you" (say, "Thank you")
Got advice from my dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love
He said, "We did the work, you giving too much credit to the plug" (what you mean?)
That was us on that corner, Montana and Genesee (aight)
When niggas couldn't sell it theyself they was hitting me (nigga)
I was one call away, I pull up with the drugs with me (what you want? What you need?)
And you don't know the pressure of owing the plug fifty
Got a jail call, he told me stay dangerous, take it easy
Was in the dayroom and couldn't believe he seen me on TV
He spent money on his bitch every time he got work through (I remember that)
Caught seven years and she only visited the first two, damn
Rappers in my genre want to be me still (I know)
I'm too far ahead, it's easy to feel like
I'm cheating when I read these deals (I'm gone, nigga)
Talking you live like this, that's gonna make 'em hate you
This what fueled them to get off they asses, I made them greater
You should thank me, nigga

Y'all niggas can't tell me what I should do (ah, tell me, "Thank you")
Just thank me (y'all niggas should tell me, "Thank you")
I give y'all niggas something to watch, something to look forward to
I don't want no opinions (you should thank me, nigga)
From niggas who don't take care of they kids (you should thank me)
(Somebody tell me, "Thank you")
Niggas who got they homeboys in jail fucked up
(Y'all niggas should tell me, "Thank you")
You gotta fix your life 'fore you try to fix my shit
I rap about drugs (somebody tell me, "Thank you")
This is what I want to talk about, nigga
Let me do me, nigga (you should thank me)
If you don't like my shit, turn my shit off, nigga (you should thank me)

At the table racking my brain, like how I'm back in the game (how that shit happen?)
Went and did that little bid, now my hoes ain't acting the same (damn)
Stressin', I did them sentences without stacking no change
Getting high inside, knowing my pride ain't matching my wage
Let me take you back to that blue building, back in the day
While trapping 2 for 15's, plus that was my age
From that little stage, two or three years I mastered my ways (uh-huh)
We'd be the Jackson's of Yay if they gave out plaques for the game
Let me take you back to that little pot, that little flame
Brick to a sports agency, we respect grindin' (uh-huh)
I'm signing offensive lineman and BMX riders
You want a meeting with me and BSF then be a check writer
In therapy, learning to walk again
Fought 'em in a robbery, they shot me
I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy)
They want me to post when I slide, to say I'm gangster
Trust me it won't make us the gram, it's gon' make the papers
Thank us

Ah, tell me, "Thank you"
Y'all niggas should tell me, "Thank you" (tell me, "Thank you", nigga)
You should thank me, nigga, you should thank me (nah)
Somebody tell me, "Thank you" (fuck you gon' tell me, huh?)
Y'all niggas should tell me, "Thank you" (ah)
Somebody tell me, "Thank you"