Grateful - Dave East, Marsha Ambrosius

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