Grateful

Intro: Phora
Yeah, one, two
One, two
Its 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 dont 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 moms ride
Just be glad youre alive, you know
This is not about what you got
Its 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
Whos gonna turn they back and whos gonna ride
They never had a heart or the drive
But I aint got no brakes, stay in my lane
Hit the clutch when its time
These niggas shifting on me
I gotta watch my back, I gotta feeling homie
Someones trying get me whacked, they acting different homie
They talk behind my back, my girl trippin on me
She asking where Im at
But see, Im 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 Im avoidin her
Huh, damn, where did we go wrong
Losing my faith, but Im trying to hold on
Im trying to keep a smile on my face and be grateful
But I aint been happy in so long
But its kinda funny when I think
Back to the days I had no money in the bank
So I took my moms whip without permission
Hit the road and I put my last twenty in the tank
Riding through the city in my moms whip
In red light heard somebody talk shit
But I just thought to myself
One day Ill 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 whats it like in your shoes
But they dont wanna feel them shots, man
Its 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, dont 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 aint coming
Man, Im so thankful
That bucket made me so grateful
Because its not about what you got
Its 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