[Intro]
My last chance, yo
This my only chance left
To prove to y'all
I'm the best rapper in the fuckin' world
Hey, hey

[Verse]
I said "Thank god I'm livin'", I ain't go to prison
For my brother and my sis', I'll make the ugliest decisions
Banked on the feeling, told momma what the deal is
How you grow up with the rich and now you wanna be a villain?
Had a hunch and then I did it, it's money in the written, they fronted, I ain't trippin'
It's funny you don't gotta tell a dummy his position
―it be the spirits
Tell 'em, "Keep it quick and stay the fuck up out the business"
Give a fuck about a critic, wasn't in the trenches
All the thunder in my chest, n***as wasn't interfering
Cop a bunch, if I can spare it, struggle with appearance
Ain't much I could repair, but I still muscle through the errands
Said enough with the comparing, love I couldn't cherish
Through the tunnel, seen a glare, all that cluster isn't karats
Know it touch you when you hear it, one up in the air
Ayy, my love, I be embarrassed, only stumble when you caring
One the wonders of the ferris, no more huddles in despair
The overcomin' been apparent, no more muzzle full of fear
Runnin' into terror
[Outro: MIKE & Sandra Ebere]
Uh, I said "Thank God I'm livin'", I ain't go to prison
For my brother and my sister, make the ugliest dec―
Thank God I'm livin', I ain't go to prison
For my brother and my sister
Thank God I'm livin', I ain't go to prison
For my brother and my sister, make the ugliest decisions
Bank on the feeling
When you look at him, his behavior, his attitude, his character, you will think he's rough
But when you get close to him, you will know he's a nice somebody
He's a nice guy