Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grateful, artist - Dave East. Album song P2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Grateful |
| Two of the closest niggas there for me, tey no longer here with me |
| I’m wide awake, I’m scared to sleep |
| Afraid, though I ain’t never been, Grandma said ain’t no fear in me |
| Criminal, I prepared to be, in your feelings? |
| Won’t hear from me |
| I talk to God, the devil on the other line stressin' |
| Keep a weapon there, 'cause slippin' ain’t how I’m gon' learn no lesson |
| Ain’t no actors here, I told Bully, «I wish that Stack was here» |
| Mugga too, my hoody blue, so much ice, they gon' have to stare |
| Used to hate my building smell, half for the homies still in jail |
| Harlem different, either kill a cell or pray to lift your bail |
| White rice and tuna fish, way before Ruth Chris |
| We was broke, I ain’t care who was rich, stick up kids do exist |
| Hard news, just listen, the dog food was clickin' |
| They moved bitch, long before I heard of Ludacris |
| I watched it with my own eyes, dirty kitchen for home fries |
| Hajji`s if ain’t nothin' open, just make sure they toast mine |
| I’m thankful for them steak and cheese, I love the hood, I’d hate to leave |
| How the fuck was we trappin' outside when it was eight degrees? |
| I still have a hard time tryna understand why Ma$e would leave |
| Gave niggas the reason, plus the truth, I could relate to Beans |
| Free Meek, I’m just tryna chase a dream |
| They’d rather us upstate and grainy, you never had to chase a fiend |
| Passed them off the 'Gram, and then they ran before they paid you |
| Plus you gotta pay yo' connect and at your crib, it ain’t no cable |
| You can’t watch your favorite TV show, your jacket and your sneakers old |
| Summertime, you make it through, but you ain’t tryna see the cold |
| Niggas turn to strippers when they see the pole |
| Plant the seed, the seed’ll grow |
| My daughter need three million 'fore she three years old |
| Loyalty and love over everything |
| Flowers over stones and the choir sings |
| How many of them do we know though? |
| Lost so many loved ones and now they’re gone |
| Gone too soon, streets raising kings |
| And queens, we gotta fight to believe again |
| Still loyalty and love over everything |
| Still flowers over stones and the choir sings |
| Thank you, I’m grateful |
| And the choir sings |
| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful |
| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful (just thankful to be here been through a lot) |
| Thank you, I’m grateful |
| Uh, every time it rain, I feel that bullet |
| Hood insane, wish I could change it, but I couldn’t |
| I’m just grateful for them whoopings |
| My pops used to give us to keep us out the street |
| In the projects, the water cold at least three days out the week |
| This real talk, I done seen some shit wake you out your sleep |
| Lit the crib up with candles, felt like the lights was out for weeks |
| I ain’t had the drive, wanted to survive until I found the keys |
| 220 on the dash and yes, we taxin', we got mouths to feed |
| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful Lord, if I got it, I blame you Lord |
| My life, it been dangerous Lord, my faith in you could change it Lord |
| Wasn’t tryna scare niggas, foreheads was what we was aimin' for |
| I lived on the 6, they raid the crib, might have to change the door |
| Let’s figure out a way to make 'em hate some more |
| Fuck the way the system set up, every day I break the law |
| Spend some money, make some more, never thought I’d make it poor |
| Imagine we was takin' score, militant, I relate to war |
| Thankful for my only child |
| Sellin' out these shows that make my homies smile |
| Wake up in Miami to hear the ocean sound |
| Grateful I seen 18, grateful I seen 21 |
| Grateful that my pops ain’t throw me out, he found my nigga gun |
| Of course I said it wasn’t mine |
| Runnin' to the park told my father, let’s talk another time |
| 'Cause he know I want to rhyme |
| A .38, I kept it on me, I blow it like a runny nose |
| In the projects with like three bitches to Diddy crib with like a hundred hoes |
| Stomach growlin', I don’t take it for granted |
| I come from housin' (projects), I need some shit come with a water fountain |
| My daughter smilin', I’m thankful Freaky told me to rap |
| Thankful Jungle paid attention, the streets could never hold me back |
| Loyalty and love over everything |
| (The streets could never hold me back, thankful Jungle paid attention) |
| Flowers over stones and the choir sings |
| (The streets could never hold me back, thankful Freaky told me to rap) |
| How many of them do we know though? |
| (Thankful Jungle paid attention, the streets could never hold me back) |
| Lost so many loved ones and now they’re gone |
| Gone too soon, streets raising kings |
| And queens, we gotta fight to believe again |
| Still loyalty and love over everything |
| Still flowers over stones and the choir sings |
| Ooh, pray, thank you, I’m grateful |
| Grateful, ooh yeah |
| Thank you Lord, I’m grateful |
| Grateful, ooh yeah |
| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful, ooh |
| Thank you, I’m grateful |
| Thank you God, I’m, thank you, I’m grateful |
| Everything you do for me |
| Let us bow |
| Thank you, I’m grateful |
| Ooh, thank you Lord, I’m grateful |
| Thank you, I’m grateful |