| Two of the closest niggas there for me, tey no longer here with me
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| I’m wide awake, I’m scared to sleep
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| Afraid, though I ain’t never been, Grandma said ain’t no fear in me
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| Criminal, I prepared to be, in your feelings? |
| Won’t hear from me
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| I talk to God, the devil on the other line stressin'
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| Keep a weapon there, 'cause slippin' ain’t how I’m gon' learn no lesson
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| Ain’t no actors here, I told Bully, «I wish that Stack was here»
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| Mugga too, my hoody blue, so much ice, they gon' have to stare
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| Used to hate my building smell, half for the homies still in jail
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| Harlem different, either kill a cell or pray to lift your bail
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| White rice and tuna fish, way before Ruth Chris
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| We was broke, I ain’t care who was rich, stick up kids do exist
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| Hard news, just listen, the dog food was clickin'
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| They moved bitch, long before I heard of Ludacris
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| I watched it with my own eyes, dirty kitchen for home fries
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| Hajji`s if ain’t nothin' open, just make sure they toast mine
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| I’m thankful for them steak and cheese, I love the hood, I’d hate to leave
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| How the fuck was we trappin' outside when it was eight degrees?
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| I still have a hard time tryna understand why Ma$e would leave
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| Gave niggas the reason, plus the truth, I could relate to Beans
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| Free Meek, I’m just tryna chase a dream
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| They’d rather us upstate and grainy, you never had to chase a fiend
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| Passed them off the 'Gram, and then they ran before they paid you
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| Plus you gotta pay yo' connect and at your crib, it ain’t no cable
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| You can’t watch your favorite TV show, your jacket and your sneakers old
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| Summertime, you make it through, but you ain’t tryna see the cold
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| Niggas turn to strippers when they see the pole
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| Plant the seed, the seed’ll grow
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| My daughter need three million 'fore she three years old
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| Loyalty and love over everything
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| Flowers over stones and the choir sings
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| How many of them do we know though?
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| Lost so many loved ones and now they’re gone
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| Gone too soon, streets raising kings
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| And queens, we gotta fight to believe again
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| Still loyalty and love over everything
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| Still flowers over stones and the choir sings
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| Thank you, I’m grateful
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| And the choir sings
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| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful
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| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful (just thankful to be here been through a lot)
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| Thank you, I’m grateful
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| Uh, every time it rain, I feel that bullet
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| Hood insane, wish I could change it, but I couldn’t
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| I’m just grateful for them whoopings
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| My pops used to give us to keep us out the street
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| In the projects, the water cold at least three days out the week
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| This real talk, I done seen some shit wake you out your sleep
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| Lit the crib up with candles, felt like the lights was out for weeks
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| I ain’t had the drive, wanted to survive until I found the keys
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| 220 on the dash and yes, we taxin', we got mouths to feed
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| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful Lord, if I got it, I blame you Lord
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| My life, it been dangerous Lord, my faith in you could change it Lord
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| Wasn’t tryna scare niggas, foreheads was what we was aimin' for
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| I lived on the 6, they raid the crib, might have to change the door
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| Let’s figure out a way to make 'em hate some more
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| Fuck the way the system set up, every day I break the law
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| Spend some money, make some more, never thought I’d make it poor
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| Imagine we was takin' score, militant, I relate to war
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| Thankful for my only child
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| Sellin' out these shows that make my homies smile
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| Wake up in Miami to hear the ocean sound
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| Grateful I seen 18, grateful I seen 21
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| Grateful that my pops ain’t throw me out, he found my nigga gun
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| Of course I said it wasn’t mine
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| Runnin' to the park told my father, let’s talk another time
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| 'Cause he know I want to rhyme
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| A .38, I kept it on me, I blow it like a runny nose
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| In the projects with like three bitches to Diddy crib with like a hundred hoes
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| Stomach growlin', I don’t take it for granted
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| I come from housin' (projects), I need some shit come with a water fountain
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| My daughter smilin', I’m thankful Freaky told me to rap
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| Thankful Jungle paid attention, the streets could never hold me back
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| Loyalty and love over everything
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| (The streets could never hold me back, thankful Jungle paid attention)
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| Flowers over stones and the choir sings
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| (The streets could never hold me back, thankful Freaky told me to rap)
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| How many of them do we know though?
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| (Thankful Jungle paid attention, the streets could never hold me back)
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| Lost so many loved ones and now they’re gone
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| Gone too soon, streets raising kings
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| And queens, we gotta fight to believe again
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| Still loyalty and love over everything
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| Still flowers over stones and the choir sings
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| Ooh, pray, thank you, I’m grateful
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| Grateful, ooh yeah
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| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful
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| Grateful, ooh yeah
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| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful, ooh
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| Thank you, I’m grateful
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| Thank you God, I’m, thank you, I’m grateful
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| Everything you do for me
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| Let us bow
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| Thank you, I’m grateful
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| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful
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| Thank you, I’m grateful |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grateful , by - Dave East. Song from the album P2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп