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Thank You (feat. Mac 11) Video (MV)




Performed By: JMS
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: James Kevin Dotson, Julian Smith




JMS - Thank You (feat. Mac 11) Lyrics




JMS
For a sec I forgot not give a f*ck
But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh
Give it everything, never give it up
Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh
Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up
Cause I took yo life to go and live it up
If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh
Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

JMS
If you thought I was slow then I switch up the flow
And I pick it up woah
You never considered I'm slicker than most
I never hit licks with a blick or a pole
No matter the weather I'm better than ever
Delivering hits in the blistering cold
Trust in ya passion and live in it bro
Be real to yaself and the fickle will fold
You could be bigger than globes
Just gotta envision your goals
Pick up a mission and go
Never do listen to those who think that they know
But never been in yo position before
Cause they gon sneak up and then try to control
Yo whole life and put yo ass down in a hole
So hold tight onto yo soul never let go of yo hope aight
Trust in the words that I say
I never would lead you astray
I'm formin' a path and I'm lightin' the way
It's not gon' be done in a day
So please don't just sit there and wait
Get off of yo ass and go make
Anything, bake you a cake
Something's way better than nothin'
Destruction when JMS up in the place
Takin' a dump on your face, I'll shit on yo head
Pencil stay tucked in the waist, refill it wit lead
Then up it and spray, until he's dead
Ain't duckin' no case, you heard what I said
I kill 'em wit lyrics, I'm ill and you hear it
You feel it in spirit, that no one is near it
These rappers they fear it, I spit it the clearest
I'm on my own level the top of the tier list

JMS
For a sec I forgot not give a f*ck
But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh
Give it everything, never give it up
Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh
Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up
Cause I took yo life to go and live it up
If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh
Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

Mac 11
I'm a G I could never fold or bend
It was inevitable for me to win
I worried long they threw my dog in the pen
When he got out we smoked a stoge in the bends
I need my roses so please bring the applause
I'm going hard you better ring the alarms
I wrote my own raps and I rode my own wave
So I don't give a f*ck what a hoe say
I'm in the back of the benz, strapped, clap at your men's
Toe tagging your friends, hope that don't offend
Villain again, I got back to killing them
Ill it gets so penicillin ain't healin him
The rhyme flow is so extravagant you lacking it
You don't even know the half of it I'm packing it
I clap back and I'm blasting it
Suited up in all black, pack the Mac again
Circled back to my wins, went back to the basics
PNOY whip the yada like he drag racing
100 grand worth of tax evasion
I feel like Bane cause every track I'm back breaking
Treat the game of life like a monopoly board
Every bar sharp cause bodily harm
When I step inside the booth I'm properly armed
Cause when I shoot my shot I gotta be sure
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English

JMS
For a sec I forgot not give a f*ck
But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh
Give it everything, never give it up
Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh
Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up
Cause I took yo life to go and live it up
If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh
Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

JMS
If you thought I was slow then I switch up the flow
And I pick it up woah
You never considered I'm slicker than most
I never hit licks with a blick or a pole
No matter the weather I'm better than ever
Delivering hits in the blistering cold
Trust in ya passion and live in it bro
Be real to yaself and the fickle will fold
You could be bigger than globes
Just gotta envision your goals
Pick up a mission and go
Never do listen to those who think that they know
But never been in yo position before
Cause they gon sneak up and then try to control
Yo whole life and put yo ass down in a hole
So hold tight onto yo soul never let go of yo hope aight
Trust in the words that I say
I never would lead you astray
I'm formin' a path and I'm lightin' the way
It's not gon' be done in a day
So please don't just sit there and wait
Get off of yo ass and go make
Anything, bake you a cake
Something's way better than nothin'
Destruction when JMS up in the place
Takin' a dump on your face, I'll shit on yo head
Pencil stay tucked in the waist, refill it wit lead
Then up it and spray, until he's dead
Ain't duckin' no case, you heard what I said
I kill 'em wit lyrics, I'm ill and you hear it
You feel it in spirit, that no one is near it
These rappers they fear it, I spit it the clearest
I'm on my own level the top of the tier list

JMS
For a sec I forgot not give a f*ck
But I remembered now, I'm not trippin' bruh
Give it everything, never give it up
Even on ice, I ain't slippin' bruh
Now your body bag is gettin' zippered up
Cause I took yo life to go and live it up
If you think you're ill then I'm sicker bruh
Matter fact, nah, I'm just sick of ya

Mac 11
I'm a G I could never fold or bend
It was inevitable for me to win
I worried long they threw my dog in the pen
When he got out we smoked a stoge in the bends
I need my roses so please bring the applause
I'm going hard you better ring the alarms
I wrote my own raps and I rode my own wave
So I don't give a f*ck what a hoe say
I'm in the back of the benz, strapped, clap at your men's
Toe tagging your friends, hope that don't offend
Villain again, I got back to killing them
Ill it gets so penicillin ain't healin him
The rhyme flow is so extravagant you lacking it
You don't even know the half of it I'm packing it
I clap back and I'm blasting it
Suited up in all black, pack the Mac again
Circled back to my wins, went back to the basics
PNOY whip the yada like he drag racing
100 grand worth of tax evasion
I feel like Bane cause every track I'm back breaking
Treat the game of life like a monopoly board
Every bar sharp cause bodily harm
When I step inside the booth I'm properly armed
Cause when I shoot my shot I gotta be sure
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Writer: James Kevin Dotson, Julian Smith
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