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Bi$hop - Thank You Lyrics



Bi$hop - Thank You Lyrics




Hey, I'm ready for you
Don't be afraid for what's to come
He'll carve out a path for you to run
Run into the open eyes

You'll find peace
You'll find the peace of God
Right now I'm staring at the bitch that broke my heart
I thank you in advance

My mama watching a young legend grow to be a different man
I promise to my grandma I'll return
I've been a distant man
No, she won't be happy when she see me rolling green, amen

I'm f*cked up and I'm cursed
Spilled the weed on my lap
Dust it off, this is work
I ain't no fiend, don't call me that

I just hate wasting crumbs
And these lyrics got these boys picking up different guns
And they shoot shit for fun
Protect my family and my inner peace

All them damn job offers
Thank God that they declined on me
Watch out for them colleges
They open arms, they hunting beef

They don't really know me, B
All they know is what they see
All I hear is there go that rapper
He soft as f*ck, ain't no trapper

He got his name in the Bible
Too bad he live in wrong chapters
They don't know me
Don't keep the camera rolling

I don't do this for the Instagram
I do this for the home team
Swear to God, nigga
Man, every day I'm walking in the band room

Bring it back to the family
Bring my bro's shoebox every night, nigga
That's what we on
All the drug addiction

All the love addiction
Lifestyle changes
This young guy got you
He at least got that pad

I'm sorry
Help! Help! Help
Could give a f*ck about it
They say whatever Bishop say goes

He come home and they embrace me
I'm filling all the holes in they stories
But they hate me
Detroit, they really raised me

Can't pay me no amount to turn my back on ones who ain't
It's all just turkey
Lyrics grab me
I ain't doing no damn Navy

I ain't doing no damn Army
We got niggas dying here
I'ma be the pioneer
Man, look around

We all got shit going on
It's clear
Who you doing for the money
Or the love

Or the guns
Or the riches
I don't care about them bitches
I'm just f*cking show my mission

I keep my grandma tight
Just to make sure that she live right
Cause if anything happen to her, then life just won't be life
I need my mama in that mansion

And my bro's to hear me out
Don't be entitled to my money
Boy, I made that shit
Girls up on my phone

See the numbers like we made it rich
Selfishness the only way to act when niggas don't do shit
Right now I'm staring at the bitch that broke my heart
I thank you in advance

My mama watching a young legend grow into a different man
Promise my grandma I'll return
I know I've been a distant man
Know she won't be happy seeing me grow green

I'm f*cking up and I'm cursed
Spilled the weed on my lap
I dust it off
This is work

I ain't no fiend
Don't call me that
I just hate wasting crumbs
You understand
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English

Hey, I'm ready for you
Don't be afraid for what's to come
He'll carve out a path for you to run
Run into the open eyes

You'll find peace
You'll find the peace of God
Right now I'm staring at the bitch that broke my heart
I thank you in advance

My mama watching a young legend grow to be a different man
I promise to my grandma I'll return
I've been a distant man
No, she won't be happy when she see me rolling green, amen

I'm f*cked up and I'm cursed
Spilled the weed on my lap
Dust it off, this is work
I ain't no fiend, don't call me that

I just hate wasting crumbs
And these lyrics got these boys picking up different guns
And they shoot shit for fun
Protect my family and my inner peace

All them damn job offers
Thank God that they declined on me
Watch out for them colleges
They open arms, they hunting beef

They don't really know me, B
All they know is what they see
All I hear is there go that rapper
He soft as f*ck, ain't no trapper

He got his name in the Bible
Too bad he live in wrong chapters
They don't know me
Don't keep the camera rolling

I don't do this for the Instagram
I do this for the home team
Swear to God, nigga
Man, every day I'm walking in the band room

Bring it back to the family
Bring my bro's shoebox every night, nigga
That's what we on
All the drug addiction

All the love addiction
Lifestyle changes
This young guy got you
He at least got that pad

I'm sorry
Help! Help! Help
Could give a f*ck about it
They say whatever Bishop say goes

He come home and they embrace me
I'm filling all the holes in they stories
But they hate me
Detroit, they really raised me

Can't pay me no amount to turn my back on ones who ain't
It's all just turkey
Lyrics grab me
I ain't doing no damn Navy

I ain't doing no damn Army
We got niggas dying here
I'ma be the pioneer
Man, look around

We all got shit going on
It's clear
Who you doing for the money
Or the love

Or the guns
Or the riches
I don't care about them bitches
I'm just f*cking show my mission

I keep my grandma tight
Just to make sure that she live right
Cause if anything happen to her, then life just won't be life
I need my mama in that mansion

And my bro's to hear me out
Don't be entitled to my money
Boy, I made that shit
Girls up on my phone

See the numbers like we made it rich
Selfishness the only way to act when niggas don't do shit
Right now I'm staring at the bitch that broke my heart
I thank you in advance

My mama watching a young legend grow into a different man
Promise my grandma I'll return
I know I've been a distant man
Know she won't be happy seeing me grow green

I'm f*cking up and I'm cursed
Spilled the weed on my lap
I dust it off
This is work

I ain't no fiend
Don't call me that
I just hate wasting crumbs
You understand
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Writer: ALI K JONES, RAPHAEL DESHAY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed By: Bi$hop
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: ALI K JONES, RAPHAEL DESHAY JONES

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