Yeah, this for all the plugs I met (uh-huh)
And the trenches, you can't forget the trenches too
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Yo, you anything like me, them hand to hand sales made you (uh-huh)
I'm one of those hustlers you gotta tell, "Thank you" (say, "Thank you")
Got advice from my [A]dawg, I accept it 'cause it's love
He said, "We did the work, you [A7giving too much credit to [C7]the plug" (what you [A7mean?)
That was [Am7]us on [C7]that corner, Montana and [Bm]Genesee (aight)
When niggas couldn't sell it theyself they was [Am7]hitting me (nigga)
I was [Am7]one call [Em]away, I pull up with the drugs with me (what you [A7want? What you [A7need?)
And you [A7don't know the pressure of owing the plug fifty
Got a jail call, he told me stay dangerous, take it easy
Was in the dayroom and [Bm]couldn't believe he seen me on [C7]TV
He spent money on [C7]his bitch every time he got [Fm7]work through (I ɾemember that)
Caught seven years and [Bm]she only visited the first two, damn
Rappers in my [A]genre want to [C7]be [Am]me still (I know)
I'm too far ahead, it's easy to [C7]feel like [F]
I'm cheating when I ɾead these deals (I'm gone, nigga)
Talking you [A7live like [F]this, that's gonna make 'em [A]hate you [A7
This what fueled them [A]to [C7]get off they asses, I made them [A]greater
You should thank me, nigga
Y'all [Em]niggas can't tell me what I should do (ah, tell me, "Thank you")
Just thank me (y'all [Em]niggas should tell me, "Thank you")
I give y'all [Em]niggas something to [C7]watch, something to [C7]look forward to
I don't want no opinions (you [A7should thank me, nigga)
From niggas who don't take care of they kids (you [A7should thank me)
(Somebody tell me, "Thank you")
Niggas who got [Fm7]they homeboys in jail fucked up
(Y'all [Em]niggas should tell me, "Thank you")
You gotta fix your life 'fore you [A7tɾy to [C7]fix my [A]shit
I ɾap about drugs (somebody tell me, "Thank you")
This is what I want to [C7]talk about, nigga
Let me do me, nigga (you [A7should thank me)
If you [A7don't like [F]my [A]shit, turn my [A]shit off, nigga (you [A7should thank me)
At the table ɾacking my [A]brain, like [F]how I'm back in the game (how that shit happen?)
Went and [Bm]did that little bid, now my [A]hoes ain't acting the same (damn)
Stɾessin', I did them [A]sentences without stacking no change
Getting high inside, knowing my [A]pride ain't matching my [A]wage
Let me take you [A7back to [C7]that blue building, back in the day
While tɾapping 2 for [Dm7]15's, plus that was [Am7]my [A]age
From that little stage, two or three years I mastered my [A]ways (uh-huh)
We'd be [Am]the Jackson's of Yay if they gave out plaques for [Dm7]the game
Let me take you [A7back to [C7]that little pot, that little flame
Brick to [C7]a sports agency, we ɾespect grindin' (uh-huh)
I'm signing offensive lineman and [Bm]BMX ɾiders
You want a meeting with me and [Bm]BSF then be [Am]a check writer
In therapy, learning to [C7]walk again
Fought 'em [A]in a ɾobbery, they shot me
I'm back cocky in the jewelry that I bought again (pussy)
They want me to [C7]post when I slide, to [C7]say I'm gangster
Trust me it won't make us the gram, it's gon' make the papers
Thank us
Ah, tell me, "Thank you"
Y'all [Em]niggas should tell me, "Thank you" (tell me, "Thank you", nigga)
You should thank me, nigga, you [A7should thank me (nah)
Somebody tell me, "Thank you" (f*ck you [A7gon' tell me, huh?)
Y'all [Em]niggas should tell me, "Thank you" (ah)
Somebody tell me, "Thank you"
