Grateful

[Intro: Ted Mills]
So, so, so, so grateful
You are my life, my love, my destiny
And I'll always be—

[Verse 1]
If hip-hop is dead, guess I'm the remedy
[?] smokes, bottle of that Hennessy
Shout-out to people tryna keep me from my destiny
Got mad bitches but I only fuck with Stephanie
Got three kids, I thank God for Him blessin' me
Six-Eighty-Five, I'm reppin' that till the death of me
Advise you got your will signed if you gon' step to me
I'm Samoan like the cats who run with Eazy-E
Keep guns close, always ready for war
Don't be actin' like I never swung machetеs before
Poetik Suspеkt, always rock steady and raw
It's real life in the city of cells, get on the floor
Gimme the combo, Diablo, keys to the whip
You know the code to the streets; sole, pay your ticks
Better show respect; only females gossip so don't act like a bitch
Or claimin' that you got a man, you ain't got shit
Look, I'm the best since Scribe so I'ma keep it alive
This for the culture; pass me the brew if it's cold, chur

[Interlude]
And even if it ain't cold, I'm from Apia City, bitch, where we drink that shit warm
Vailima time all motherfuckin' day
Check this out
I got it out the mud, I came from nothin' (Nothin')
I came up, bro, up
You hatin'? What up
By any means necessary (Run it), Malcolm X shit, bitch

[Verse 2]
Get it by any means, eatin' better feta cheese
Said I'm from the colder parts, bolder sharks, 'phetamines
Blocked hard, chromie, you ain't know about the pedigree
Blunt squad, homie, middle finger to my enemies
She told me "Spit on it" before I rip it
Yeah, I'm a raw MC
This beat vagina, I'ma kill it
Don't talk to police; info, I don't spill it
Rather do the time; half of these fools ain't got spirit
These days, I'm livin' fearless
But the rest of you bitches just catch feelings
I be gettin' to the money like a motherfuckin' bank
Online shots spiral, you only shootin' blanks
Not a rapper; more like Nat Turner with the burner
Do it for [?], Breonna Taylor's right here
[?] your point, [?] movement, Black, Polynesian
Shiny shells across my chest like Huey Newton
Yeah, I'm here spewin', daydreamin' like you really movin'
But you ain't really movin'; bitch, you barely the movement
Bitch, you need some improvement; what the fuck is you, stupid?
I ride my own waves, you pussies are Susan
Poetic justice in the streets, this shit is exclusive (Exclusive, exclusive)

[Outro: Ted Mills]
I'll always be in love with you