J Dot - Street Sermon

If you woke up, get on your knees
And go thank God for that
A lot of niggas not alive
So you got time for that
Prison robbed me for a dime and I thank God for that
That's really where I found him at
Shit that make them suffer, make me tougher
I thank God for that
Wish I could get my grandmama back
But she gave your dude a lot of jewels
And I thank God for that
When my oldest child was born
I wish you was alive for that
I can't be selfish, you in heaven, I thank God for that
Man, I thank God for that
Life the biggest lesson, I thank God for that
Accept my curses and my blessings
I thank God for that
2009 a bad year, my haters prayed for that
Took my whips, my house, my cash, my pounds
I was all taken back
They gave me eight years straight
Man I hated that
But I'm a real one, always knew I was gone make it back
Not a missing tooth, no stab wounds
And everything intact
And sucker shit
No nigga could never attach my name to that
Kids getting bigger every visit, where they make 'em at?
Y'all just couldn't talk
I'm like, man where the fuck my babies at?
And my kids won't be that smart if they have stayed with dad
They speak eloquent
A+'s, when they grades is back
Plus, they respectful, they got manners
Ain't behaving bad
I'm proud of both of y'all
I probably don't be saying that
Yoll non drawing, scribbling ass pictures
Couldn't wait for that
Yoll mom left me for dead
To me, she always gone be fake for that
Freedom, money... Grab your scale
Where you'll weigh 'em at?
For me, it's easy, give me freedom
Y'all can take the racks
Cause I can make it back
Every day that I wake up
Man, I thank God for that
Plus, I'm free, so that's a double, I thank God for that
I make wishes out of nightmares
I thank God for that
I don't trust bitches, I don't care
And I thank God for that
How my baby mama had me, I ain't got no time for that
In my feelings, tripping like I ain't got no time to trap
But thinking back on all the times
Man, I thank God for that
I probably missed a play
Where they was trying to rob me at
So everything that's good or bad
Man, I thank God for that
Wish I could get my grandmama back
But she gave your dude a lot of jewels
And I thank God for that
I can't be selfish, you in heaven
I thank God for that
Trying to make a living out it
Lot of niggas die to trap
US roulette, these streets can be a suicidal act
Million niggas gone
Funeral homes, they keep a job for that
Man, how the fuck do they be busier than laundromats?
Everybody got a gift, let's all thank God for that
I got a chance to talk my shit
So I thank God for rap
Give a fuck who I offend, where the kaffirs at?
Pushing church like Gangsta Boo
Man where them dollars at?
Ghetto gospel, we the choir, take your dollars back
Real nigga, no gimmicks
I hope that you all admire that
But how the fuck the preacher get the bread to buy a lac?
Ironic that the ones he lying to
The ones providing that
All my niggas home from prison
Man, thank God for that
All of our families, they thank God for that
Middle finger to you snitches, boy, we different
I thank God for that
On Grandma Lee, man, I thank God for that
I ain't perfect, I acknowledge that
Nigga from Columbus, J paid me, I ain't write him back
Police thirsty watching, what the fuck you hating on
Waiting for me to make the same mistake with Jceon'
Hear my music, people ask how I ain't make it yet
Oh yeah, I made it jack
Came a long way from the payphones and all them ramen packs
On God, the chili flavor was my favorite pack
Summer dogs, shabangs and Velveeta on the bagel slap
And I'm still blessed
Any hater hope that I don't make it, hope you still stressed
Should I be upset? I'm almost forty with no deal yet
Cause I've been selling drugs since ninety six
And I ain't killed yet
I'm grateful

Written by:
Derek Brantley

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