Grateful

(Hook)
Nigga look around and be grateful
Devil on the mind like a fake dude
Bitches improvise to be faithful
Never heard my name but I came through

(Verse 1)
This is my race , This is my place
Never go fake , Ima go face
Niggas gon chase , let me cum safe
Over my bae , counting my days
I been in the hood getting favours in place
Money never found I go back never trace
Many niggas rap for the bullshit and Fame
Fucking level up let me moemish your day

All your niggas now coming with a feature
Really don't know what to write then I freeze up
Cherish the blunt like a bitch here for keepers
Out of box like a pair of a sneaker..
(((Voice deep))))
Listen to the music I been talking bout your dude
I will coz loose coz I ride with a crew
But I make her snooze in a job she's a fool
Then I get a bitch who will fuck in a pool

If you want love get a dick then we break up
I can never love rather ride with a traitor
Many women lie rather grind for the paper
But I never cry let me smile for you later
Get a new gal on the ground for the grill
Yellow hot sauce put her down for dig
Let her come close make it bounce for a kid
Then I buy roses to make up for this
Dissing my enemies , dissing my friend
Getting more energy... giving out gas
Need a new remedy.... doing my best
Niggas be afraid of me....let me go rest
Out of your league let your lovers oppress
Hang with the teachers and fuck a test
Got a non reason to burn off my chest
Rather smoke weed than to write you track
No more dope niggas on top of my age
I was on call with a father today
"Kill a fake rapper" some words that he said
But he is in heaven.......resting for days
Looking at me walk in marshal a beaver
That a dope line but I fuck with a dreamer
Giving your girl in box and we deeper
Never come close nigga damn I'm a leader
Always be attracted to haters with bullshit
Ima get lost in the sky with ghost ship
Niggas get lost in a blunt and a Gucci
Coming with fact , like an Ammo and Uzzi
Nigga get lost , blood in your nose
Bitches come close , giving em rose
Will I go fourth , only God knows
Loving the tours , no more phone calls
Look at my pace while I'm comin up...Ah
Falling in place money running out....Ah
Fighting for days living underground...Ah
Now I gon chase Ima burn it up...Ah

(Hook)
Nigga look around and be grateful
Devil on the mind like a fake dude
Bitches improvise to be faithful
Never heard my name but I came through

(Verse 2)
Nigga don't give me that , give dope weed
Niggas gon you that , if you like me
Ima go kill in that niggas don't bleed
No more rolling in that...many cold feet
Niggas where the keys...in the game Ima lock
Never be fake a nigga....i know when you not
This a cold breeze in your bum get a light
Hater gon bleed like bra get a life..

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