Grateful - 87 Yak: letras de canções, vídeos de música e concertos

Grateful

Hip-Hop/Rap

Grateful foi lançado em 28 de novembro de 2025 por 4383903 Records DK como parte do álbum Means To A Better End

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumMeans To A Better End

Data de lançamento28 de novembro de 2025

Editora4383903 Records DK

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM89

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS

87 Yak

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alexander Bryce Yakubow

Alexander Bryce Yakubow

Songwriter

Buckroll

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Buckroll

Producer

Jeremiah Akers

Mastering Engineer

Letra

Let's go

OK

Big yak on that beat, fuck you talkin' bout

I'm rollin' with some killers, so you bet come correct

OK

I'm independent, so it's all on me

I'm talkin' first I find that beat, then it's all on me

I'm talkin' mouths I gotta feed, fuck it, all on me

Dream gotta succeed, fuck it, all on me

I'm talkin' 20-hour days, fuck it, all on me

That's with a four-hour smoke sesh, you get what I mean

OK

Big yak, and I'm standin' on that, huh

Lift up in your chest, you feel the passion in that

Wow, I do this for my family, and it's always been that

I'm adopted on a path, God been handlin' that

I got some wild ideas, and they tellin' me to stop

I didn't wanna listen, so decided I would talk

You think that you the best, but I'll tell you that you not, boy

Slice done made a M off of servin' all that rock

I'm grateful for my people, cause they all ride or die

I'm steppin' through some doors you could never get by

And even back in school, I swear I always been fly

You could tell me it's impossible, I'm always gon' try

I got nothin' else to do, fuck it, lock in and write

You wanna make this shit your life, you better lock in and fight

Man, nobody wanna warn him, he got lost in the hype

I'd do anything to win, you don't know what that's like

I remember my first show, the crowd was just my friends

Since then, I took my future, and I put it in my hands

I do this shit for real, ain't never been no other plans

You can pull up on me solo, duke it out, don't need no mans

Boy, I don't know your name, so you can't come backstage

I'ma hit you with the link for tickets on my page

I see you workin' hard, girl, get you that raise

I'm tryna show you what it feel like to go out and be praised

I'm the realest where I come from, only Slice can compare

Every time I hit the stage, I always say my lil' prayer

If there's money to be made, then you know that I'm there

I stay the path, keep on movin, distractions, I don't care

I got

Heaters for days, strategical plays

A list of shit that gotta get done, but this ain't no parlays

I got these aspects comin' together like charcuterie trays

I don't even care about no awards, give me my money and my praise

You talk to me for one hour, then go talk about me for days

I'm a young and skinny white boy, but I slap you in your face

I got that M straight in my body, so we up, let's go for days

My dawg too busy to beef with you, he already beefin' with a case

I'm grateful for my people, cause they all ride or die

I'm steppin' through some doors you could never get by

And even back in school, I swear I always been fly

You can tell me it's impossible, I'm always gon' try

If I tell you I'm locked in, then you better back up

The greatest thing that you ever did is the worst thing on my backup

And that's not even a diss, that's just some facts, so please don't act up

And you don't even make no money, boy, go please go get your cash up

Man, you got some issues with me, boy, I don't give two fucks

Brown ones on me now, when we in the US, it be blue bucks

Tracksuit when I step, but, if I got to, it be black tux

I'm crashin' out if I don't take this shit home, I'm like Canucks

Man

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, just get me to my paper

When I hold this shit to the motherfuckin side of your head, this ain't no taper

And everybody wanna be heard, but it's just not that table

Boy, it's always from my country, not no cameras, call me Hagel

I ain't smokin' nothin' with you, I'm God, that's just a no-no

And you ain't even got no brand, so why you worried about your logo

Everything that I did was calculated from the get-go

We both know you ain't got shit on me, but we can go pretend, though

Okay

All up in your face and you don't like it, I'm like dental

Talkin' bout some shit you ain't never done, it drive me mental

I stay freehandin my shit, I'm like a tattoo with no stencil

I'm an oxtail, boy, you ain't even a pea, you a fuckin' lentil

Okay, now let me go talk to the boss

I'ma look in the mirror and have a conversation with my own thoughts

My girl been holdin' this shit down, I ain't got no time for no thots

You ain't stand on shit, you run the second, you hear motherfuckin' shots, let's go

I'm grateful for my people, cause they all ride or die

I'm steppin' through some doors you could never get by

And even back in school, I swear I always been fly

You could tell me it's impossible, I'm always gon' try

Yeah, yeah, okay, it's the final stretch

Just put your hands up and come talk to me like I was next

I put my hands up, talk to God so I be feelin' blessed

And I can't stop, we halfway through, I'ma go count the rest

You wanna compare me? I'm a brick, cause I'm expensive and solid

And you the type to take her out and make her bring her own wallet

Don't expect people to care unless they think that you got it

It don't even matter what you want, I know for a fact my guy got it

Yeah

I been talkin' my shit for this whole track and I ain't done

Hold up

The only time that you feel tough is with your gun

Hold up

And you don't even use that bitch, you hold it while you run

Hold up

These girls on Leo make more than you and that's for fun

Hold up

Memoir, on a right arm for the ones who up in heaven

You think you won, you givin' ten, I'ma pull up and give eleven

If I'm home alone and you pull up, you better run, I'm just like Kevin

Man, remember when you speak to me, it's Mr. 87, bitch

I'm grateful for my people cause they all right or die

I'm steppin' through some doors you could never get by

And even back in school, I swear I always been fly

You can tell me it's impossible, I'm always gon' try

Written by: Alexander Bryce Yakubow, Buckroll

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