| We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted
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| How they money problems mine? |
| I’ll never understand it
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| Can walk around lost and show up empty handed
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| L-I-F-E, I’m flyin' on a jet ski and workin' on my legacy while all the rest
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| sleep
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| There’s money on my melon, I’m a legend, let the dead speak
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| We lost Big Smoke and dead a man in the same week
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| Medellín and Patrón, ten deep
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| Lightin' candles, tippin' bottles, I can’t think
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| I’m tryna smile but the bad news pile up
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| My mind racin', told baby I ain’t tryna fuck
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| The finer things are nice but it don’t feel right
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| Don’t have my brothers with my, we just talked last night
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| We need to celebrate more, if we’re here, we’re blessed
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| Twenty five million all from the finesse
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| He’s his own worst enemy, he’s scared of success
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| I’ve been happier with less, we don’t smile for checks
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| But I smile when my young one texts me
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| Half a mill with the jury, young homie, don’t test me
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| We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted
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| How they money problems mine? |
| I’ll never understand it
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| Can walk around lost and show up empty handed
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| Long way from home, shorty caught one in the dome
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| They don’t love you 'til you outta here, can’t tell me I’m wrong
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| Drunk off juice, every night Déjà vu
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| I’m on go 'bout the homies on my gang tattoo
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| Look I don’t want crumbs, you wouldn’t last a day where I’m from
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| His body went numb and now his momma missin' her son
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| We all tryna eat, we gotta survive and it’s a jungle
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| Just make sure that pack that you take, you never fumble, uhh, word
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| Just caught a flight to the Bay
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| I know a bad white bitch and she just tryna get paid
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| Big ass joints, don’t try us, we the get-back boys
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| One in the top so he ain’t hear that click-clack noise
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| Money machine, hunnids on my mind right now
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| I get wit’chu later baby, ooh, not right now
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| That’s just how it be, I gotta get Bern on the line
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| That’s my nigga, he know how to have a wonderful time
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| What’s up?
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| We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted
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| Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted
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| How they money problems mine? |
| I’ll never understand it
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| Can walk around lost and show up empty handed
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| I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Granted , by - Berner. Song from the album 11/11, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп