Uh
On this beautiful Sunday morning
I gotta give thanks one time to the Man upstairs as I wake up yawning
Cuz I could be out there begging
But I'm getting to the paper like Charmin
And I can't call it quits just yet cuz a young nigga just got started
I say young nigga ball like Harden
Young nigga ball like Spalding
Fresh lil fit new Jordans
Same color as a milk carton
And my nigga got a brand new apartment
Thank God I don't gotta pay mortgage
Guess now I can live for the moment
I got haters they eyeballing
But that ain't ever stop me
Man it must be the season cuz my ex been acting salty
Good to see she still exalt me but too bad that ship has sailed
And I'm just fine cuz God is good all the time and never fails
I beat that case, how's it feel?
Man it feel great, I ain't in jail
A lot on my plate, yeah I got bills
And I just ate, a full course meal
But I ain't trippin', nah I'm chill
It ain't just luck, it ain't just skill
It ain't just love, it ain't just will
But will I give thanks? You bet I will
I know I been praying for the better days I'm in this spot
Thinking bout the days I used to skate in parking lots
Now I'm all grown up
Payin' bills and stuff
I miss the days when I was free and I could chill that's tough
But yet I look back at my life and now I thank God
Got in my steps at every turn and now I ain't lost
Been through some shit that shoulda turned me into Jack Frost
Now I'm going hard in the paint like I'm Bob Ross
And it's all like-
It's like in yo face
That shit ain't never sweet as you think once you get you a taste
It's much easier to see clear when you give it some space
It get hard some time but the harder it is the harder we pray
I mean-
That's how it should be, Lord
Would be, could be, but see Lord
I got this goin on and I'm tryna commit but I'm not sure if it's gone pan out
I know you got a plan but I what had planned out is gone take some time so I know I should prolly just wait and see how it all spans out
It's good
