[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
I'ma do this for the struggle
All the n***as tryna take us to court
All the n***as tryna slow us down
All the rumors
And they know it ain't true, but they still spread em
All that shit
But we thank God for everything he gave us, believe that

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
I send some kisses up to Heaven for my people who couldn't make it
Hold on, we all gotta go home
Remember that late night in the studio, me, you, and Q?
Remember that van that fit 12 but we put 22?
We recorded in the trailer, raps at night
Gotta make a hit before I set that trap at night
I wanna thank God for everything
Everything he then done for this lil gangsta mane
You ain't know? I'll never change with a million dollars
And we ain't gotta hang n***a but we still partners
Money coming like a freight train, we smoking good
N***a will go home just to ride big through the hood
We living good
Pussy n***as tryna take us to court
Every time you look around a n***a spending some dough
But I wanna thank him for, the blessing he gave me
The 30 minutes on stage for them 10Gs baby
Damn
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Dear God I thank you for
Everything you gave to us
You kept them Devils away from us
Yea you finally made a way for us

[Verse 2: Webbie]
I came from the dirt (?)
Some rough streets to be something, you had to be a G
Them n***as 12-13 going on 23
Counting cheese out the box
Bandana tied, outside with a Glock and rocks
N***a dropped straight outta school cause we ain't making a dime
Told me I need a education, told them bitches they lying
Told me no way I'll ever make it, to get a straight ass job
Hit the streets no application, I was already hired
Can't deny it, it still be times I wish I could've rewinded
Got with (?) or kicked knowledge, completed assignments
Put my gat by my side and made myself a lil promise
Work, rhyming, or robbing I'm coming out shining
I bucked my share of 9s, dumped my share of 9s
Fucked my share of bitches, fucked over a couple n***as
Say God, you my dawg and I pray you keep fucking with me(?) I gotta watch over a couple n***as

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Dear God I thank you for
Everything you gave to us
You kept them Devils away from us
Yea you finally made a way for us
[Verse 3: Boosie Badazz]
It was you, that made them n***as miss when they shot
It was you that made me leave right before they hit the block
It was you, that helped me feed my children when they need me
It was you that helped me out with this shit called diabetes
It was you, on stage when I was rocking my shows
You the rubber when I be fucking my hoes, you stay with me
I gotta thank him for my kids, they motivate me
And every hating ass n***a who ever sold you hate me
Keep on, we gon' forever have they head gone
Diamonds all over like I'm kin to Fred Flinstone
Kids see me in the street, they love Boosie
They say what's happening Badazz and throw up they deuces

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Dear God I thank you for
Everything you gave to us
You kept them Devils away from us
Yea you finally made a way for us