Grateful

[Verse 1]

Three for the money, two for the hustle and one for the

Night time spread over the city like a comforter

Prime time for the predators who come to hunt for the chumps

Carryin' them high notes like a trumpeter

They shoot as straight as arrows and run through the shadows

As sons of a gun or dirty young caballeros

With marks on they collars where they hung from the gallows

Their lust for the dollars keep 'em red like the tarots

Makin' fiends, influencin' people, Dale Carnеgies

With big dreams to get rich quick that fail horribly

Now thеy play the avenue of Amsterdam

With other pickpockets and thieves and gambling mans

And they just come at all the noodles where resistance is futile

Business as usual to blow out your wig like French Poodles

Never-endin' pursuit of the American dream

Winner takes everything is still a regular theme, listen

[Verse 2]

Ayo, one for the will of man, two for the kilogram

Three for the cold killer who can still be a millionaire

Fillin' the Frigidaire, big plates and silverware

Where everybody eat except the one who was ill-prepared

Due to circumstances, there's no more chances

We was raised by wolves, grizzly bears, and panthers

It's wild, yo, I'm surprised we ain't grown no antlers

The whole house is fucked like Jo Jo Dancers

It's hopeless to drift into a deep psychosis

Do the most for just another bleak prognosis

Out of respect for the dead, the names is changed

When whoopie pie lit in his wig, his aim was flames

If one thing them young boys not playin' his games

Now that'll teach an old-timer how to stay in his lane

I guess the moral of the story is

Any sip you pour me is a toast to the warriors

Who bit the dust before me, kid

Be grateful