(...In God's Hands Be Grateful..) [Intro] (Conductor) (Be Grateful) (...) I'm really what the streets been missing I'm what the people need [Verse 1] Rain hit the meadow; I illustrate the pain in the ghetto Pinocchio rapping niggas really made from Gepetto This for heroes in the hood that'll never win medals Helping grannies cut the grass 'cause she can't bend her elbows Giving knowledge to the kids really keeping it thorough Cause nowadays they'll rob the candy boy for dinero Lil brodie got thе pistol on 'em sellin' reese's 'n snickеrs Got jumped by the waterboys man this shit is ridiculous These kids dying over selling shit you buy out of kroger's Hard to know it's a recession all these parties promoted Instagram hide they struggles with they braggin' n boastin' Frontin' n toastin' they repo'd that car that you postin Police shootin' at the lease (athletes) while the cameras recordin Highlights at his funeral that nigga could have been Jordan How many accept the evil or just simply ignore it Tell my swiper don't swipe but he had to explore it The feds enjoyed it grabbed my brother up and imported 'em Committed white collar crime a white judge exploited 'em Struggle ain't got no color its some white folks [?] Kicked out the mobile home cause they couldn't afford it Father do construction work but nobody is ordering Wife cheating with the soccer coach her sister supporting it She ain't got no morals either these bitches is sneaky Give your last to put yo woman first but the bitch is freaky Government sent billion overseas but our syria[?] (sewers) leaking Tires burst from hitting potholes every fucking weekend No I never went platinum but I saved somebody's life before Know I made some killers take they finger off that rifle though Washed away some suicidal thoughts and showed that life can glow Wish I could've made Whitney Houston not give her life to snow Her voice is needed Should I preach with rapper's boys to sleep my flow orthopedic Diamonds in the watch dent mean nothing once yo time depleted [Refrain] Ooo Wee (In God's hands, be grateful) Real like a pastor (be grateful) Thats enough of that pain lets get to these Punchlines and metaphors and allat there [Verse 2] I know a bitch named Shannon she sharp (Sharpe) as ever Really undisputed when it come down to stealing cheddar Skip out to the bay to steal a watch nothing less than clever This another sport around my center of pimp competitors Peter Parker webs couldn't stick with game we sellin 'em All my enemies inboxed I'm emailing 'em Grew all of my millions from the root, I am groot, New Galactic coupe No my guardians ain't racoons, but for sure they shoot Jim Carey Liar liar, I can only tell the truth 1997 in Chicago eating chicken stew Struggle with No Limits way before I heard a Mr. Cool (Mystikal) Never had the hookup but I Master what this Pimping do Found a bitch that's bout it bout it, now I'm in the Maserati Tag Team champ dancing with the belt, Scotty Hotty Driving in the Elon with Musket on the side me They said I'm the king around here as of last friday Oowee (in God's hands, be grateful...) Peso said do the whole beat know what I'm saying I was gone let them uh make it but fuck it imma spaz back in this shit like this here [Verse 3] Got the south in the Jericho leg lock Killed so many rappers I left women in wedlock This ghetto gospel rare as Nike Yeezys on deadstock He thinks its s-class and maybach but I swear its not You ever bought some ice to cool ya stress when the feds hot So many complications got you pulling ya dreads out No knowledge reciprocation, preventing the elevation We dumb as fuck, waiting on the portable playstation Meanwhile the billionaires got all they play stations Dumb music got us brainwashed when we play the stations Tryna cleanse my soul on a yatcht eating plates with haitians Hope somebody listen to my story, know they can make it You ain't gotta be a rapper, you ain't gotta be a trapper You can be a bioengineer even be a actor Hard for me to believe these religions and be a pastor I just know the universe done blessed me there is a master Weathering through disasters, how you hug yo brother set him up and then shoot him after For some petty money and some jewelry that shouldn't matter How you show the world yo good side, but they do you badder They'll take the chips out yo palm, move to Nevada Brodie snitched on his best friend for a chicken platter You know that this shit get sadder, its like that Telling referees on the players (playas) over a light hack Fuck it gangsta go do ya time and come right back [Refrain] Oowee im him Just vibe (In God's hands, be grateful) This for ya soul TSF business This for the spirit Twin inspiration of this generation
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