Song Cracker - Thank God I'm Woman

Sometimes you gotta put your pride to the side
In this game that we call life
You know, I'm tryna get back to my kids
You know, I can't win with these crackers
I'm a nigga and they look at me like a nigga (for real)
Man, let me go on and lay down right quick, fuck it

No self worth, being honest
But I converse with some bosses (I do)
I'm a real earner and I worked hard
Thank you God, look what I accomplished
Inside support system, awkward
Take time with trial only options
Division nine, no PC, in Chicago, fighting drama
My relationship getting rocky
No spousal trust, I was moving unconscious
I was talking with Jay and
Recruited a move that allotted me counsel
Back and forth without representation
Embarrassing, ran out of options
Told my attorney go get with the DA
He come with a deal and I'm copping
Aiming for thirty six months, but they came with a thirty
So fuck it, I signed it
He think I'm stupid? Well, fuck what he think
I ain't fight with them crackers, I got out they way
Stateville, now I'm going up state
With the gang members they respecting my name
He one of the men, you play with the kids
You gon have to kill 'em, he one of the greats

No need to say it, I was suffering
My head hurtin', a concussion
Broke bed on me, fuck it
I don't think they really love me
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Writer's block no question, I'm
Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it

Ain't no need to discuss it
We have a heated discussion
Internet beef, I don't entertain
I know how to come up from nothin'
I'm getting straight to the money, yeah
I'm getting straight to the money, yeah
Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't need to dicuss it

I'm an energy person and I'm at ease
But the minute you hurt me, you gotta leave
Got some niggas who love me, they outta reach
Got some children who coming up, gotta teach
Got some family who mad 'cause they tryna leach
Got some big booty woman who I don't need
Master manipulation
Been manipulated, but it really don't bother me

Gold trim, platinum, matte white Benz
V12, yellow color baguettes
Red guts, panoramic my roof, any given moment I can hop in a jet
In the weight room, getting rid of weight
Pat touchdown, doin a set
Hit the space bar, click and refresh
Making salat when I need to reset
Turnin the pot, got me whipping the vet
On the phone, in communication with the joint
Still going in tryna prove a point
I don't socialize, I don't see the point
Fifty wrapped up, stuffed in a bump
Underneath the trunk, order what you want
Laying in the trunk, sippin' red wine
I don't give a fuck, I do what I want

No need to say it, I was suffering
My head hurtin', a concussion
Broke bed on me, fuck it
I don't think they really love me
Trust issues, I'm accustomed
Writer's block no question, I'm
Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't no need to discuss it

Ain't no need to discuss it
We have a heated discussion
Internet beef, I don't entertain
I know how to come up from nothin'
I'm getting straight to the money, yeah
I'm getting straight to the money, yeah
Already knowin' you gon lie to me, ain't need to dicuss it
(I'm getting straight to the money, yeah)