Gratitude

Hey, it's Lowkey, girl, you already know what it is

Yeah, Lowkey, what'd I say, what'd I say, what'd I say

Mama made me a poet, that truth on Sojourner I am the dopest like the junk that was sold

Up on that corner I ain't broke, I am rich, the mindset

match the persona, gotta stay positive unless it's Corona

Look how God just mold her, she is a business owner

She don't believe none of the lies that they really told her

Look at the times when they sold us, went to NYC with a cam and a beat machine

Now she's so fresh and clean, yeah, bottle of Listerine

I got a, uh, I got a thought, lost old records, we straight to the top