Don Q – Thank God

Yeah, uh
Crosses, couple of feet, couple of hands on ’em
Sippin’ so much red it started to give my tooth stains
Couple niggas shot and a couple niggas was caviar
I ain’t gon’ be happy ’til my niggas shoot the wake up
Cashmere skully on top of the mean shape upYou ain’t gon’ be happy ’til they put they yellow tape up
[Hook: Don Q]
Thirty pills, we stole from [?], who thought we’ll go this far
[Verse 1: Don Q]
[Verse 2: Styles P & Jadakiss]
Life it’s consequences, repercussions or penalties
Niggas don’t know how to act in the Benz
What’s your process now, like what’s the motivation now?
Come to your hustle you either small or you large, ya
Kill ’em and leave his jewelry on ’em, we consider it
It was all a lesson, now I use my thoughts as weapons
I was saving crack money for them new J’s
That’ll put the team in jeopardy
Yo nigga living like he’s do or die
No matter what just know they could never destroy the energy
Blowing dove for my nigga ’cause he’s facing the dime
Walk in the boogie spot and take me a line
Jewels hang, come around and I make niggas mood change
I promised to never take me alive
Couple niggas cake’d up, a couple niggas was starve, ya
Catch me wearin’ the same clothes I still live like I trap
Just a nigga that was on the corner sellin’, with wanted felons
Walk in the dope spot take me a dime
Couple of bands on ’em
Now who am I
You know we got them bricks but the cut that’s so separately
Pop a pill starting chasing my high
They put him through that dirty system you can lose your mind
You can make it happen for you or watch it happen for them
Street niggas we just living like there’s not tomorrow
Cupid got that matte black Benz he think he Bruce Wayne
For now live life and just enjoy the amenities
I promised they’ll never take me alive
Nigga who y’all know better than Don, riddle me that
We hoppin’ off the jet in Japan, fuck Bape up

Feeling heavenly, blowing god’s gifts in Beverly
I promised they never take me alive
I was made to survive
Flying in and out of Paris, what’s up
Only jealousy is making me strive

Now I’m spending house money on the new J
I can give you the game just come to the assembly
And I got tired of seeing my mama work like she Florida Evans
I promised they never take me alive
Listen, I mix the lean with perkies that’s my energy pack
Put the nickel on the fabric and I got a lotta karats
He doing time and never finished junior high
I don’t take it for granted, make sure every dollar cherish
They know where I’m literally at
To small to hold a conversation with the illiterate
You just know I can’t go back
God bless the day man, you pop
When I started this shit, I was just doing this shit for my hood (for real)
Move aside cause he known to carry his tool with pride

Walk in the Beamer dealer take me a 5
Fuck around and bust off this gun cause muscle memory
35 hundred of bottle of Chardon Hennesey
Why you think niggas is packed in the pen
I just bought my mama presents, I got a designer fetish
Know we about that paper, you know it’s the black mob ya
Like before, you know the motivation was like your man a..a..and you know
Hills blowin’ bags of rodeo, fuck all my enemies
Not realized I could take over the whole world doing this shit, you know
Walk in the gun range take me a .9
Peelin’ in and out of two lanes, take off the poop[?] brain
So I flew her out to Florida and I bought a section
I just been sippin’ like a addict