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letra de thankful 7 - tha god fahim

[intro]
it’s breadrick!
breadrick douglas, refer to me as breadrick… douglas (uh)
yo

[chorus]
i’m grateful for what allah give me, but i still want more
goin’ through all kinds of sh-t, got my heart so sore
yo, am i wrong for my hunger for more?
’cause i was thinkin’ jacks, grants, and lincolns
spend the franklins on the weekend
i’m grateful for what allah give me, but i still want more
goin’ through all kinds of sh-t, got my heart so sore
yo, am i wrong for my hunger for more?
’cause i was thinkin’ jacks, grants, and lincolns (uh)
spend the franklins on the weekend

[verse 1]
is ambition a sickness?
is your desire for more a weakness?
i can’t take it no more, i’m speechless
but hard work never lets you down
you may hit the ground and get laughed at by the town (heheh)
i’d rather not tell people i rap, now how that sound?
’cause they hate the vision, it’s like your imagination’s in prison
respect yourself, express yourself, ’cause that’s livin’
they told me i wouldn’t be sh-t, now are you kiddin’?
they keep it hidden ’bout our colors
the ancestry of all our brothers
i just want the truth without the covers
[chorus]
i’m grateful for what allah give me, but i still want more
goin’ through all kinds of sh-t, got my heart so sore
yo, am i wrong for my hunger for more?
’cause i was thinkin’ jacks, grants, and lincolns
spend the franklins on the weekend
i’m grateful for what allah give me, but i still want more
goin’ through all kinds of sh-t, got my heart so sore
yo, am i wrong for my hunger for more?
’cause i was thinkin’ jacks, grants, and lincolns
spend the franklins on the weekend (uh)

[verse 2]
it’s breadrick douglas
motives be just for the custard
i spray the clip like mustard if you try to touch it (tzazaza)
i’m from the third world of america where n-ggas broke
lot of gunsmoke, and lot of heads on dope
i’d like to say i made it, i count my blessings, but still
i want so much more, so still, i’m in the field
them honda accord drive-bys, sprayin’ the steel
got my hitter with me, takin’ the wheel, for real (rrr!)
i’ma die a playa, ballin’ ass n-gga
spit that ghetto sh-t even when i ain’t off that f-ckin’ liquor

- tha god fahim

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