Gratitude
I'm thankful for everything that come with this shit
The ups the downs
Round and round
Days I was broke
Days I was up
Everything go full circle
That's life
Yeah yeah
Roll up a blunt I get lit, lit
All of this drip on my fit
Got a attitude on her
She throw a fit
Lotta gratitude for it
My life is lit
Had to make her shut up hit her ass with the dick
All these racks I run up gotta keep me a stick
She like you so fly, I gotta come to Atlanta
Gotta get a bag, nigga feel like he Santa
Nigga fuck a raise
Like the sun a nigga shine like them rays
Home runs a nigga feel like a brave
Niggas slept on me they don't remember them days
Get her right I got a handful of braids
Put like 2.5 in a blunt and I blaze I'm a workaholic feel I'm stuck in my ways
Niggas know I get down
Bring shit to the table still turn it around
She love how I drip and she love how I sound
Can't leave the crib without a clip full of rounds
And it's too much drip might have to wipe this shit down
And we taking trips knew we just had to stay down
Had to make this shit flip I'm an acrobat now
Hop off my dick bitch I'm having racks now
I might make this shit rain like a muhfucking cloud
And my circle small ain't no fuck niggas allowed
I put one in the air you can hear it it's loud
Came a long way niggas asking me how
Had to work on this shit with nobody around
Big sticks, run up we putting you down
Used to hit licks dip and go break that shit down
Got no remorse cause I came a long way
Know she wanted more she keep on calling me bae
Shooters at your door nigga you learning today
Know he keep a torch on him
He keeping a flame
Road to riches bitch I stay in my lane
I might need some stitches cause I been thru some pain
We gone make it, had to get that shit thru my brain
Ain't around me know more I still love em the same
I just
Roll up a blunt I get lit, lit
All of this drip on my fit
Got a attitude on her
She throw a fit
Lotta gratitude for it
My life is lit
Had to make her shut up hit her ass with the dick
All these racks I run up gotta keep me a stick
She like you so fly, I gotta come to Atlanta
Gotta get a bag, nigga feel like he Santa
Nigga fuck a raise
Like the sun a nigga shine like them rays
Home runs a nigga feel like a brave
Niggas slept on me they don't remember them days
Get her right I got a handful of braids
Put like 2.5 in a blunt and I blaze I'm a workaholic feel I'm stuck in my ways
The ups the downs
Round and round
Days I was broke
Days I was up
Everything go full circle
That's life
Yeah yeah
Roll up a blunt I get lit, lit
All of this drip on my fit
Got a attitude on her
She throw a fit
Lotta gratitude for it
My life is lit
Had to make her shut up hit her ass with the dick
All these racks I run up gotta keep me a stick
She like you so fly, I gotta come to Atlanta
Gotta get a bag, nigga feel like he Santa
Nigga fuck a raise
Like the sun a nigga shine like them rays
Home runs a nigga feel like a brave
Niggas slept on me they don't remember them days
Get her right I got a handful of braids
Put like 2.5 in a blunt and I blaze I'm a workaholic feel I'm stuck in my ways
Niggas know I get down
Bring shit to the table still turn it around
She love how I drip and she love how I sound
Can't leave the crib without a clip full of rounds
And it's too much drip might have to wipe this shit down
And we taking trips knew we just had to stay down
Had to make this shit flip I'm an acrobat now
Hop off my dick bitch I'm having racks now
I might make this shit rain like a muhfucking cloud
And my circle small ain't no fuck niggas allowed
I put one in the air you can hear it it's loud
Came a long way niggas asking me how
Had to work on this shit with nobody around
Big sticks, run up we putting you down
Used to hit licks dip and go break that shit down
Got no remorse cause I came a long way
Know she wanted more she keep on calling me bae
Shooters at your door nigga you learning today
Know he keep a torch on him
He keeping a flame
Road to riches bitch I stay in my lane
I might need some stitches cause I been thru some pain
We gone make it, had to get that shit thru my brain
Ain't around me know more I still love em the same
I just
Roll up a blunt I get lit, lit
All of this drip on my fit
Got a attitude on her
She throw a fit
Lotta gratitude for it
My life is lit
Had to make her shut up hit her ass with the dick
All these racks I run up gotta keep me a stick
She like you so fly, I gotta come to Atlanta
Gotta get a bag, nigga feel like he Santa
Nigga fuck a raise
Like the sun a nigga shine like them rays
Home runs a nigga feel like a brave
Niggas slept on me they don't remember them days
Get her right I got a handful of braids
Put like 2.5 in a blunt and I blaze I'm a workaholic feel I'm stuck in my ways
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Writer(s): Skye Paarham
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