Audemar AP - Thank God Lyrics

Work hard all night (All night)
All I know is trap hard (Trap hard)
I really do this shit for the squad (Yea ah)
On a whole notha' level baby (Level baby)
Elevated to the top (To the top)
I just got my momma out the ghetto baby she ain't got to stress at all
And I just wanna Thank God (Thank God)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah (Yah yea)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah
And I just wanna Thank God (God)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah (Yea yea)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah
Went from savages to chasers (Chasers)
To counting thousands in the basement
Got it on my own ain't shit for free (No)
Came from trials and tribulations
Running wild and living dangerous
Like I wont make it out these city streets (nah)
Asking God to grant me patience
Lord know I ain't got no patience
For that funny acting shit with me (No)
I read yo paperwork and statements
To the state versus my gangster
Ain't none of that ratting shit for me (Nah)
Money makin ain't yo occupation (Yea)
Strung out off the roxies stop the hating (Yea)
Jumping out the pot ain't got patience (Yea ah)
Last night I had a dream we made it (Yah)
(I had a dream that we made it)
Kid free my partner got them babies (Yea)
Coming off the top the profit crazy (Yea)
Rolling up the rasta broccoli blazing
I had a dream that we made it (Made it)
I had a dream that we made it (Made it)
I was standing on the roof of my Audi coupe
With two foreign bitches twerking naked (Naked)
And my young bull call me Abdul
I'm like Kareem in the 80's (Eighties)
Sipping actavis with the red bull hit the lean it got me faded (Yea ah)
Work hard all night (All night)
All I know is trap hard (Trap hard)
I really do this shit for the squad (Yea ah)
On a whole notha level baby (Level baby)
Elevated to the top (To the top)
I just got my Momma out the ghetto baby she ain't got to stress at all
And I just wanna Thank God (Thank God)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah (Yah yea)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah
And I just wanna Thank God (God)
Real nigga beat the odds yeah (Yea aye) yea
Real nigga beat the odds yeah
I was born into the struggle
Had to hustle as a lil fella
Momma worked hard two jobs had everybody in the crib helping
I used to look at my lil brother
Like, tell me you don't want to live better
He like, I just really wanna live better
Get this money and apply pure pressure (Uh)
Father figure to my sister kids shoutout Erica
Came from nothing
Remember days from nothing
So I wake up and I go extra
Momma couldn't afford shit it was stressful
Back then wouldn't nobody help us
I just took a trip to Saks Fifth
For Gucci loafers and cashmere sweaters (Uh)
Got somebody make you feel better
Hug em tight we don't live forever
If you don't relate we on different levels
Got a few that relate we goin to eat forever (Yea ay)
Shoutout everybody shitted on me
(Shitted on me)
Shoutout everybody who had shitted on me
All praise be to God
Real nigga beat the odds
And I'm living on em
Yeah I'm living on em (Yea ay)