Grateful

Intro: Phora

Yeah, one, two

One, two

It's for all my people

All my people

That never had much, but always appreciated what they had

Sometimes we just gotta take what we got, and smile

This life is just way to short, homie

Sometimes these lows feel much lower than our highs

But don't let that stop you from aiming for the sky, you know

Yeah, I like the sound of that

So whether you want to buzz in your mom's ride

Just be glad you're alive, you know

This is not about what you got

It's about what kind of person that shit makes you

Hook: Cota and Phora

Though you may not have a great big Cadillac

Just be thankful, for what you got

Though you may not have a golden road

Just be thankful

(yeah, just be thankful)

For what you got

(one two, for what you got)

(look, yours truly)

Verse: Phora

I might be in a Coop

But my feelings still cooped up inside

Who's gonna turn they back and who's gonna ride

They never had a heart or the drive

But I ain't got no brakes, stay in my lane

Hit the clutch when it's time

These niggas shifting on me

I gotta watch my back, I gotta feeling homie

Someone's trying get me whacked, they acting different homie

They talk behind my back, my girl trippin' on me

She asking where I'm at

But see, I'm trying to make this bread

Never had enough to spoil her

Used to take care, started having a boy with her

I trip every time she got a boy with her

Any time I fail to text her back

She just assumes I'm avoidin' her

Huh, damn, where did we go wrong

Losing my faith, but I'm trying to hold on

I'm trying to keep a smile on my face and be grateful

But I ain't been happy in so long

But it's kinda funny when I think

Back to the days I had no money in the bank

So I took my mom's whip without permission

Hit the road and I put my last twenty in the tank

Riding through the city in my mom's whip

In red light heard somebody talk shit

But I just thought to myself

One day I'll have that Benz on twenties

Flossed out on some ball shit

All my niggas like aw shit

Pops so much, stay away from the block, man

Because everybody wanna know what's it like in your shoes

But they don't wanna feel them shots, man

It's not all glamorous

Shout to my homies lighting the cannabis

Shout my people waiting in the bus stops

Trying to get to work for their family, fighting for the happiness

Real talk, don't be ashamed of it

We was probably pushing the same bucket

No AC, bad breaks

Plus my headlights out when the cop passed

But he ain't coming

Man, I'm so thankful

That bucket made me so grateful

Because it's not about what you got

It's about what type of person it makes you

Hook: Cota

Though you may not have a great big Cadillac

Just be thankful for what you got

Though you may not have a golden road

Just be thankful for what you got