Thank You (feat. Big Sean)

I gotta give thanks, you know? I never really met nobody who was truly Successful that wasn't thankful (Straight up, woah) For the good and the bad (Go time) It made me who I am Straight up, look DJ Khaled When it get this dark, you gotta feel your way out They tried to bury me alive, I Kill Bill-ed my way out Letting go of grudges that I used to feel a way about 'Cause some emotions are too taxing to keep paying out Life is what you make it, I know I'll make it for sure, then make it some more I know critics hate it galore, it doesn't phase me no more I know some people's only taste of Success is the bite that they take out of yours My GG told me God laugh at you when you make plans The type of wisdom that made us men Plus tryna thank everybody who helped us along the way Is like trying to name every single member of the Wu-Tang Clan Yeah, I might skip one or two But that doesn't mean they wasn't just as part of the plan Some love goes without saying Who would've thought that DJ that was on 6 to 10 Right there on 99 Jamz, screamin', "We the best" Would've had all the execs eatin' right out of his hands? Showed us all the keys to success from doors being slammed Look, I gotta thank Khaled, who back in 2010 Convinced Ye, Sean should drop my last shit It's a smash hit, add Chris to it and it's a classic That's that rare shit, yeah loyalty everlasting, look All I know, forever stuck to the code Only one I changed was 40221 to 90210 Fast forward later, this nigga Khaled my neighbor The type of stories that you can't make up The universe doesn't just work it out, man, it works in our favor What's Heaven on earth, getting everything that you prayed for? Shit, believe it to achieve it or you never will On the phone with Colin Kaepernick He like, "They not gon' make it easy For us in this game and they never will" I'm like, "That's not just the NFL, bro, that's every field" Look, no restraints, bitch, only strength That's my wavelength, surprised I ain't go insane Heard more gunshots outside than the doorbell rang And swam with sharks that's too big to fill up tanks And I'm right here, right now, how could I not give thanks? Feel my pain, I paint these pics, I spill this paint I miss my dogs, I spill this drink I pray that all your growing pains turn gold champagne Plus I gotta thank my exes on some "thank u, next" shit And all the old times that gave me new perspectives Speaking of new, I'm about to ink a new deal, Don Life Records And put anyone on in the city who needs connections This that Fortune 500, my shit never plummet I just bought a mansion and moved in The dungeon, don't none of y'all want it So all y'all fuckboys that want us to fuck up Just know I make fire in the place and not one of 'em fumble My vision is tunnel, Sean Don And I just gotta give thanks 'Cause it's that time You know what I'm talking about, that grind time You've been grinding your whole life It's that time where that preparation meets that opportunity And you gotta be ready And give thanks