Granted - Berner, Chevy Woods

We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted

How they money problems mine?

I’ll never understand it

Can walk around lost and show up empty handed

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

L-I-F-E, I’m flyin' on a jet ski and workin' on my legacy while all the rest

sleep

There’s money on my melon, I’m a legend, let the dead speak

We lost Big Smoke and dead a man in the same week

Medellín and Patrón, ten deep

Lightin' candles, tippin' bottles, I can’t think

I’m tryna smile but the bad news pile up

My mind racin', told baby I ain’t tryna fuck

The finer things are nice but it don’t feel right

Don’t have my brothers with my, we just talked last night

We need to celebrate more, if we’re here, we’re blessed

Twenty five million all from the finesse

He’s his own worst enemy, he’s scared of success

I’ve been happier with less, we don’t smile for checks

But I smile when my young one texts me

Half a mill with the jury, young homie, don’t test me

We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted

How they money problems mine?

I’ll never understand it

Can walk around lost and show up empty handed

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

Long way from home, shorty caught one in the dome

They don’t love you 'til you outta here, can’t tell me I’m wrong

Drunk off juice, every night Déjà vu

I’m on go 'bout the homies on my gang tattoo

Look I don’t want crumbs, you wouldn’t last a day where I’m from

His body went numb and now his momma missin' her son

We all tryna eat, we gotta survive and it’s a jungle

Just make sure that pack that you take, you never fumble, uhh, word

Just caught a flight to the Bay

I know a bad white bitch and she just tryna get paid

Big ass joints, don’t try us, we the get-back boys

One in the top so he ain’t hear that click-clack noise

Money machine, hunnids on my mind right now

I get wit’chu later baby, ooh, not right now

That’s just how it be, I gotta get Bern on the line

That’s my nigga, he know how to have a wonderful time

What’s up?

We drink out the bottle and smoke 'til we panic

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

I’m high out my mind with my hand on my cannon

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted

Six A.M., smoked out, eyes slanted

How they money problems mine?

I’ll never understand it

Can walk around lost and show up empty handed

I’m glad to be alive, I’ll never take that for granted