(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot

I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the ^!$$%s that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block

Still $#&@ put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming $#&@ you to the cops


(Verse 1)
First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot

Hold up, ain't money can call up for this pot
I smoke this, I smoke ^!$$%s, they deserve to get shot
I don't start %#@!, I depart %#@!, they deserve what they got

They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get chop
Put a right skate on an ice plate, I'm eating well of this block
Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil

Ask me and I don't $#&@ with you, I $#&@ with (*##$es that $#&@ with you
And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out
Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it

Y'all think this a damn song but it's real life, I'm hands on
Other ^!$$%s ain't of it, they rap about it, I does it
I'm selling !@%!e in the public ,out of town meet me out public

In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist
Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don't change
Fur on, my bird's gone, I'm Brooklyn's new cocaine powder


(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot

Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the ^!$$%s that I shot

I wanna give thanks to my block
Still $#&@ put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all

We screaming $#&@ you to the cops

(Verse 2)

I wanna say thanks to my pow racks
That baking soda helped me with the progress
I may fit to your axe in the projects

The hood still talking about my rep
I done shot ^!$$%s over truck teams
'Cause ^!$$%s didn't see her when her looks came

I talk money, ^!$$%s run game
Where I'm from they only respecting the gun game
Remember when I used to drive a Regal

Now I'm paying for your rights for an Eagle
It's 8 big bullets in this Eagle,
It's leaving ^!$$%s curled up in the field

I carry a topple like a handgun
I hear your baby mama pay your ransom
The !@%!e and the pot and it's dancing

I hope all your kids catch cancer

(Hook)

I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock

And RIP to the ^!$$%s that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still $#&@ put the money in the stocks

It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming $#&@ you to the cops