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[Intro: Brother Tom Sos]

One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two

One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two

Uh, uh, listen, hmm

[Verse 1: Brother Tom Sos]

They think my life is perfect, they think it's ideal (Woo)

They think I got it all inside just like I'm IKEA (Woo)

Truth be told, I'm 'bout as empty as a popped bottle

They see I make it look good, America's top model

I'm still a top dog, I'm still the big homie

Attended too many funerals of my little homies

And I can't lie, the road that I'm on gets a little lonely

Nobody wanna get it with me, just wanna get it from me

Always a handout, always a sad story

Nеver, "How you doing?" Always, "What you have for me?"

And I'm assеd out (Woo), credit card maxed out (Woo)

But as soon as you say no, throwin' rocks at your glass house (Woo)

But on the bright side, I'm livin' my dreams

You small fries, I need my cheese, extra gravy like poutine

I been on that winnin' streak like it's a part of my routine

And I spoke it to existence, all of this shit was foreseen

And if you ever had a dream, you know exactly what I mean

[Chorus: Brother Tom Sos]

When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams

And then I thank God 'cause it could've been me

If it wasn't for this art, then it would've been me

Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should've been me

I said it could've been, would've been and should've been

But it wasn't

And I'm grateful

So grateful

Said I'm grateful

So grateful

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, peace to Bum City (Peace)

Peace to Death Alley (Peace)

Alley-way upstate, hit Paris for a patty (Ah)

Gucci two-piece

Fillmore rockin', it was Juneteenth

Had to go to Bennett for summer school

You knew me, I came from that

Grover Cleveland bitches on my Nautica (Woo)

Most popular (Woo)

Hit the Taliban to chop it up

Seen a watch for afar and binoculars

Peace to Killa Tone and Mayweather, they'll put you in a hospital

Sly got life, but we pray for the impossible

Shay died from COVID, when I gotta go, I gotta go

That's why I thank God every day, all day

When shit get hot

I sip Libby's Lemonade in the shade

Pardon my ways, but my wrist gotta be six figures

I always knew I'd be this nigga

But it's all about the youth now

Used to bag up two-point-two pounds

Got my own shoe now (Woo)

Dump, I know you proud (You proud)

Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt)

Airholes make the TEC bool down (Grrt)

[Chorus: Brother Tom Sos]

When I look outside my window, all I see is dope fiends and broken dreams

And then I thank God 'cause it could've been me

If it wasn't for this art, then it would've been me

Rest in peace to all my dogs, man, it should've been me

I said it could've been, would've been and should've been

But it wasn't

And I'm grateful

So grateful

Said I'm grateful

So grateful