Phora - Grateful lyrics

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Phora - Grateful lyrics

[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 sh** 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 n***as 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 a**umes 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 sh** But I just thought to myself One day I'll have that Benz on twenties Flossed out on some ball sh** All my n***as like aw sh** 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 [?] Plus my headlights out when the cop pa**ed, 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