Thank God

Before I get started, I couple things that I'm addressin
 I'd like to thank you for my blessings, some name stars, quaze hearts
 Niggas say I'm like Elroy Jetson
 Getting paper's good and make them good
 If I got to raise em in the same neighborhood
 Where the killers and they babies still, I ain't prejudice
 But thank God I ain't gotta live in Connecticut
 A fool
 Give me some kids on the earth
 But if I'mma be away from em they gon be away from me
 I gotta get up and to work
 And I gotta pick the bill so the strapping gotta work for me
 But she was in my corner
 That's my girl, that's my mama
 I got to learn about this music from ya
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, here
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, you
 Thank God for you
 I ain't taking it back
 Thank God for the snake in the back
 And I'm statin the facts, save me from breaking my back
 Or robbing a safe full of stacks
 Seem like we saving the rap from the paper planes in the back
 When the paper stays in the sack
 Your hear what they play on airway
 Strangers say that it's whack so we save up for mac
 There's gotta be a God somewhere, it's the one who cares
 I stay on bended knee and hope the Father answers prayers
 But still some still don't believe
 You see it's GOD you see me
 Thank God for...
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, here
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, you
 Thank God for you
 And I thank God for this woman of mine
 'Cus she be loving a nigga and taking care of me and mine
 And she think that she fine
 You getting lucky if you finally get me loving every kind
 He set to told me
 Infest a leaf, instead I love this movie
 And I love how she love to do me
 She never gave me trouble with the way I doubled it and give it to me
 Okay, had to wait on my soul mate
 Never in her face with colgate
 And if it's all the same
 I love having a ball and chain
 If I'm locked they'll need no paroling baby
 Mama, in a way you never drama-free
 But I'mma be connected to you at the hip
 Plus I be on, I got way too much lift
 Somebody gotta pay these bills
 Somebody gotta cook these meals
 Somebody gotta tell these women they celebrity niggas and they supposed to feel
 I know I do the fool more than I used to but shit we going though it cool
 If I had it to do again
 It would truly end with me choosing you
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, here
 Sex, pain,
 Life, rain
 Love, hate,
 Tears, you
 Thank God for you