Grateful Songtext
von A‐One

Chilling in the Maserati, sipping on the hot toddy

All my bitches call me papi
I′m just riding airlines non-stop (non-stoppy)
Getting toppy from your mommy non-stoppy (mami)
The government is fake, got these niggas on quarantine
I could never stay in the house, I need the green
Straight to the bag, ain't nothing in between
I started crack rock, now I′m selling THC

Now I brought it to you on an MP3
Cortez made the beat on the MPC
Fuck the mask, I'ma do it so you know it's me
I′m back to back with the hits, call it one, two, three

I said I cop it for the low and sell it for the high
Bitches on the blade, even when it′s dry
Told that bitch wipe her tears, I don't wanna see you cry


I′m spitting bars from the sky
Put the thing on your forehead and look you in your eye
Killers have arrived, you just left the parking lot
I made fifty bands right in that parking spot
Lil' bitch, sit down, you just talk a lot
All you need to do is ride, then pick it up

I′ma double wrap the bags, then fill it up
I make a pass like Magic when he was in his prime
Mama said, "Don't do it" like every time
Niggas real puss, they ain′t never did real time
Niggas real puss, they ain't never did real crime
I done broke in the house with the lights on
Niggas walking in the hood with the microphone

We talking three car garages
The four thousand plus square footage on an acre
Free World Enterprises
The two story foyer, I live what you niggas dream of
Designer frame addiction, it's more than you niggas re-up
I made it out of Philly, a blessing to say the least
Some niggas in the pen, most of ′em resting in peace
Instead of getting jobs, they′d rather be in the streets
Some stunting on the 'Gram while stressing to pay the lease


I never understood you niggas′ train of thought
You could've had a piece of land with the chain you bought
Now your baby mama taking you to family court
Your father did the same as you, the cycle, so it ain′t your fault
I'm just grateful that I had a rare vision
To make it to the level of the chandelier ceilings

The "fuck you"s turned to "love you"s
Now we store plush shoes in the mudrooms
Free World Records