Grateful

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] Hey Z, Mr. Fuck you You're wanted in Studio Z If anybody don't like this album, or maybe you're just simply offended by this album, or maybe you just don't like me I know what it is, you don't like the fucking wheelchair, that's what it is Fuck you I don't gotta prove shit to nobody So now I'm like fuck you [Verse 1: Z] I just drink for an excuse to fuck up basically Everybody love me, I decided they, hate me I mean it's easier that way cause they can fail to embrace me I'm been pushing motherfuckers out my orbital lately Guess I'm scared to never make it dude Doesn't mean that it phase me My kids is looking at me anxious to see this money I'm making Know I shouldn't let it break me but my structure is shaking I'm trynna pave a better way, but these drugs is gon' save me [Bridge: Z] I'm gon' hustle Momma wanted better for her baby But I hustle like I'm grateful for her I'm putting bundles in the backpack State lines made it back I'm thankful for it [Verse 2: Z] Know my kids deserve better but I'm hustling for it And they mama, she working overtime since we was in Moses So I'm murdering stages, burning faces, Z is in motion I pull the blunts that'll flame and jolt and I came to sever opponents But I still hustle I'm over drugs in my duffel I'm on the stage talking flames and then I'm back trynna bubble A born flipper, give me zippers and I'm cashing out bundles And tell my bitch I got a mister, keep her ass outta trouble [Bridge: Z] Aye I'mma pray for yo baby, I'm troubled I just wanna hustle, we might split a main course I got 20 years stuffed in my duffel One show so I must go but what do I get paid for it? [Chorus: Z] I don't ever get a chance to put my feet up That's why I'm grateful for this re-up Cause I don't ever get a chance to put my feet up That's why I'm grateful for this re-up That's why I'm grateful for this re-up [Verse 3: Z] Aye Jump in the booth press this merch then breaking down these Ozs Argue with my bitch then fuck her doggy until she sorry See gorillas sparking Feed it old-school like Atari Shouldn't minimize my barking but my mental throwing parties I've been surfing through this solar system overworking bars Z is greeting earthlings Rubbing shoulders with 'em Galactus eating starbies Find me on my planet pushing hammer to these bar fiends I've been famished until I manage to pull a triple off this charge read [Outro] What's good? Z