Letra de 'Thank You (feat. Big Sean)' de DJ Khaled

I gotta give thanks, you know?
I never really met nobody that was truly successful that wasn't thankful
For the good and the bad
It made me who I am
Straight up
DJ Khaled
Look

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 peoples only taste of success
Is the bite that they take out of yours
My GiGi told me God laugh at you when you make plans
The type of wisdom that made us men
Plus trying to 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 from 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 gonna 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, surprise
I ain't going 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 spilt 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, Downlife Records
And put anyone on in that 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 might find a place that I might wanna fuck with
My vision is tunnel, Sean Don, and I just gotta give thanks
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