Lyrics

[Intro] My last chance, yo This my only chance left To prove to y'all I'm the best rapper in the fuckin' world Hey, hey [Verse] I said "Thank god I'm livin'", I ain't go to prison For my brother and my sis', I'll make the ugliest decisions Banked on the feeling, told momma what the deal is How you grow up with the rich and now you wanna be a villain? Had a hunch and then I did it, it's money in the written, they fronted, I ain't trippin' It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position ―it be the spirits Tell 'em, "Keep it quick and stay the fuck up out the business" Give a fuck about a critic, wasn't in the trenches All the thunder in my chest, niggas wasn't interfering Cop a bunch, if I can spare it, struggle with appearance Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands Said enough with the comparing, love I couldn't cherish Through the tunnel, seen a glare, all that cluster isn't karats Know it touch you when you hear it, one up in the air Ayy, my love, I be embarrassed, only stumble when you caring One the wonders of the ferris, no more huddles in despair The overcomin' been apparent, no more muzzle full of fear Runnin' into terror [Outro: MIKE & Sandra Ebere] Uh, I said "Thank God I'm livin'", I ain't go to prison For my brother and my sister, make the ugliest dec― Thank God I'm livin', I ain't go to prison For my brother and my sister Thank God I'm livin', I ain't go to prison For my brother and my sister, make the ugliest decisions Bank on the feeling When you look at him, his behavior, his attitude, his character, you will think he's rough But when you get close to him, you will know he's a nice somebody He's a nice guy