Patrick Paige II - Good Grace Lyrics

Made a couple dollars but a nigga still ain't rich,
So miss me with that Hollywood shit
Even a short sleeve I keep a couple tricks
Im loyal to a Pro 5 bitch
I'm a mid city nigga that's a fact
Cloverdale nigga that's where I was raised at
So shout out to my niggas from the block
Rest in Peace C Nut that got me hot
Rap ain't seasonal, professional I'm seasoned hoe, I'm black so I'm seasoned hoe,
Cape diem seizing hoes
Ain't shit shaking but the leaves in the tree
My chick bad and she leaving with me
Spit so many verses almost had a heart attack
Kill a nigga turn his ass into an artifact
And nah I ain't signed to no major but I'm down for the paper,
I turn my whole neck into a glacier

Got a lot of shit up on our plate
Had to sacrifice before we ate
Not where we could be but shit straight
And now we eating good, good grace

Got a lot of shit up on our plate
Had to sacrifice before we ate
Not where we could be but shit straight
And now we eating good, good grace

I'm in the stu cooking stu cause that's what I do
From the outside I would think I made it to
But on the inside that could be debatable
My OG still working but she making due
Niggas got some bills due on the first of the month
Like a rifle shit I'm always on the money hunt
Grinding for survival and my woman like a honey bun
Wanna see the Eiffel fo my life is done, I'm hoping I'm the chosen one
I'm laid up in a tent under the golden sun
But shit I'm not the only one that's trying to be an eagle put a whole in one
Trying to be the Beatles but I'm only one
Guess I'm finna blow the gun
Bang there it go put a whole in one, nigga finna blow like a bomb or something
Got these niggas mad I'm my mama's son

Got a lot of shit up on our plate
Had to sacrifice before we ate
Not where we could be but shit straight
And now we eating good, good grace

Got a lot of shit up on our plate
Had to sacrifice before we ate
Not where we could be but shit straight
And now we eating good, good grace