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I Thank You Video (MV)




Performed By: Mack Scott
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Clive Scott, Desmond Dyer




Mack Scott - I Thank You Lyrics




You can't compare our catalog
I'm sporting Hundreds with the Adam Bomb
Gon' need the biggest board to catch the wave I'm on
Time spent in the lab has put me on a higher echelon
And I don't need a medium to read the lines that's from these palms
Dopamine inside my poems
They wrote me off but shit I read it wrong
I play at my pace I feel like Leveon
Flights back from New Orleans stuffed the Paytons in my carryon
Presence so distracting with all the gold I got layered on
I watched these niggas fumble a stacked deck I had better cards
Every time they figured they can pull-up I just raise the bar
Watch these niggas poke they lil chest out til I make the call
Now it's all love and big bros and you a f*cking stars
I'm tired of y'all
I can do this stunting shit for hours bae my Muni Long
Smoke one cuz I can't believe my dummy gone
We know them raps is stepped on
This is dope in its purest form
Skill beyond my years I identify with Olajuwon

And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do
You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you
Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too
Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you

She say she got a need for me
I asked her chill take in the scenery
Swore it was some carpet where her knees should be
Student of the game it make wanna grab a Jesus piece
Nigga with a attitude windows down blasting Eazy-E
I need the beats, honestly they complete me
I got a need to show and prove that you levels beneath me
I get a rise when niggas front like they ever could beat me
Or be me
Been making shirts out of rappers since BBC Jeans and tall tees
Ya lady in my castle looking sultry
And she posing like a center cuz she know I throw that ball deep
With accuracy
She talking like she really trying go half with me
Hate to tell you buddy y'all relationship ends tragically
I gotta be the next up
I paid my dues I stayed in tune and most importantly a nigga got his raps up
Focused til I'm gassed in an effort to get my racks up
Them flags tatted on me I ain't in it for no fast buck

And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do
You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you
Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too
Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you
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You can't compare our catalog
I'm sporting Hundreds with the Adam Bomb
Gon' need the biggest board to catch the wave I'm on
Time spent in the lab has put me on a higher echelon
And I don't need a medium to read the lines that's from these palms
Dopamine inside my poems
They wrote me off but shit I read it wrong
I play at my pace I feel like Leveon
Flights back from New Orleans stuffed the Paytons in my carryon
Presence so distracting with all the gold I got layered on
I watched these niggas fumble a stacked deck I had better cards
Every time they figured they can pull-up I just raise the bar
Watch these niggas poke they lil chest out til I make the call
Now it's all love and big bros and you a f*cking stars
I'm tired of y'all
I can do this stunting shit for hours bae my Muni Long
Smoke one cuz I can't believe my dummy gone
We know them raps is stepped on
This is dope in its purest form
Skill beyond my years I identify with Olajuwon

And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do
You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you
Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too
Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you

She say she got a need for me
I asked her chill take in the scenery
Swore it was some carpet where her knees should be
Student of the game it make wanna grab a Jesus piece
Nigga with a attitude windows down blasting Eazy-E
I need the beats, honestly they complete me
I got a need to show and prove that you levels beneath me
I get a rise when niggas front like they ever could beat me
Or be me
Been making shirts out of rappers since BBC Jeans and tall tees
Ya lady in my castle looking sultry
And she posing like a center cuz she know I throw that ball deep
With accuracy
She talking like she really trying go half with me
Hate to tell you buddy y'all relationship ends tragically
I gotta be the next up
I paid my dues I stayed in tune and most importantly a nigga got his raps up
Focused til I'm gassed in an effort to get my racks up
Them flags tatted on me I ain't in it for no fast buck

And it don't cost to be to yourself but the game do
You see how I move you wanna copy I don't blame you
Had a head start and I might lap you I would hate too
Let that fine bitty off the leash and boy I thank you
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Writer: Clive Scott, Desmond Dyer
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