Thank You ft. Mac 11 Lyrics

JMS

For a sec I forgot not give a fuck

But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh

Give it everything, never give it up

Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh

Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up

Cause I took yo life to go and live it up

If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh

Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

JMS

If you thought I was slow then I switch up the flow

And I pick it up woah

You never considered I'm slicker than most

I never hit licks with a blick or a pole

No matter the weather I'm better than ever

Delivering hits in the blistering cold

Trust in ya passion and live in it bro

Be real to yaself and the fickle will fold

You could be bigger than globes

Just gotta envision your goals

Pick up a mission and go

Never do listen to those who think that they know

But never been in yo position before

Cause they gon sneak up and then try to control

Yo whole life and put yo ass down in a hole

So hold tight onto yo soul never let go of yo hope aight

Trust in the words that I say

I never would lead you astray

I'm formin' a path and I'm lightin' the way

It's not gon' be done in a day

So please don't just sit there and wait

Get off of yo ass and go make

Anything, bake you a cake

Something's way better than nothin'

Destruction when JMS up in the place

Takin' a dump on your face, I'll shit on yo head

Pencil stay tucked in the waist, refill it wit lead

Then up it and spray, until he's dead

Ain't duckin' no case, you heard what I said

I kill 'em wit lyrics, I'm ill and you hear it

You feel it in spirit, that no one is near it

These rappers they fear it, I spit it the clearest

I'm on my own level the top of the tier list

JMS

For a sec I forgot not give a fuck

But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh

Give it everything, never give it up

Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh

Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up

Cause I took yo life to go and live it up

If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh

Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

Mac 11

I'm a G I could never fold or bend

It was inevitable for me to win

I worried long they threw my dog in the pen

When he got out we smoked a stoge in the bends

I need my roses so please bring the applause

I'm going hard you better ring the alarms

I wrote my own raps and I rode my own wave

So I don't give a fuck what a hoe say

I'm in the back of the benz, strapped, clap at your men's

Toe tagging your friends, hope that don't offend

Villain again, I got back to killing them

Ill it gets so penicillin ain't healin him

The rhyme flow is so extravagant you lacking it

You don't even know the half of it I'm packing it

I clap back and I'm blasting it

Suited up in all black, pack the Mac again

Circled back to my wins, went back to the basics

PNOY whip the yada like he drag racing

100 grand worth of tax evasion

I feel like Bane cause every track I'm back breaking

Treat the game of life like a monopoly board

Every bar sharp cause bodily harm

When I step inside the booth I'm properly armed

Cause when I shoot my shot I gotta be sure