[Intro]
Ungrateful motherfucker (Drumlords)
It's just the life we live in
Everybody ungrateful
(Playboy on the beat)

[Verse 1]
You can give a n***a love but he still complain
Lace a n***a with a chain, make 'em scream his name
You could fall on yo' ass, be straight down bad
N***a look the other way like they ain't seen a thing
You can buy a bitch whatever, she'll leave you, man
Jumpship, she ain't trippin' 'cause she got a name (What?)
N***as buildin' up hate that they can't explain
N***as shootin' shots at ya, now, they want your slang
I never did nothin' to 'em, but they got my man
If he wasn't bullеtproof, he would've felt thе same
Friends I reach my hand out to, they cut my hand
Took the word, "Real n***a," and they used it in vain
Ain't no rules in the game, man, these dudes, they can change
Sissy-ass n***as, most goons, now, they lame
Bitch-ass n***as doin' bitch-ass shit that a bitch do
You might as well wear a thong, man
Y'all ungrateful ass
N***a mad that I'm still in my bag, and I respect you can't equal up
N***a kissin' on a bitch who was kissin' on my dick
You were lookin' like a duck, n***a, what the fuck?
TQ, you ain't never had a job 'til I gave you one
You was workin' at cops K
Ain't nobody wanna sign you but me
Ask QCP, you got passed on, you ungrateful
[Chorus]
N***as ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
Bitches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this shit comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 2]
You can give a n***a money, but it still ain't enough
Keep it straight a hundred, but it still ain't enough
Real to the bone gristle, but the real ain't enough
You can cry for a n***a, but the tears ain't enough
N***a kick ya in your ass when they feel they comin' up
Don't want you with a bag 'cause they feel you got enough
When this shit hit the fan, now these n***as actin' tough
If I don't get my bag, all I'm sayin', "Good luck"
(Y'all ungrateful ass)
My dawg like, "How you let 'em even snake yo' ass?
Them n***as paper bags to a real G"
Dawg, I was waitin' on my time to shine
Then n***as crossed the line, now, all of 'em they gon' feel me
Gazzi, you a bitch n***a, us black folks, we the ones got you rich, n***a
You cutthroat, now, all y'all in a clique, n***a
On Bleak, you better pay me my shit, n***a (Ungrateful ass)
[Chorus]
N***as ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
Bitches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this shit comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 3]
Baby mama, she done hit me with the child support
Ol' dirty-ass bitch 'bout to lie in court
Well, that AMG Benz, I'ma need that back
Won't play it like that, you ain't 'bout to kick back
Guess the bitch still mad 'cause her brother got whacked
This the same n***a fuck your little sister in a 'Cat
If you suck Bleak dick, why fuck it from the back?
You ain't never been shit but a fuckin' hood rat, your ungrateful ass
Go to jail, everybody tryna snake your ass
People feel you goin' down, they'll snake your ass
I'm 'bout to rip these motherfuckers like paper bag
Cut off my daughter for life, your ungrateful ass

[Segue]
Girl called me a, "Bitch-ass n***a" (Well, all that hurt me)
Ungrateful ass
Well all, all the shit I did for this fuckin' child
[Chorus]
N***as ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
Bitches ungrateful (Talk to 'em)
These people ungrateful (I don't even wanna talk to 'em)
"Ungrateful" what I'ma tell 'em when I talk to 'em
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
Ungrateful (I ain't even see this shit comin')
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)
My side
Ungrateful (Ungrateful)

[Verse 4]
I been goin' through some shit, and this shit done got deep (N***a)
Gotta realize everybody ain't G
How the fuck you do that when you represent the streets?
Streets made you, and the streets made me
If you ask B.G., you was on PC (N***a)
The name that you got, I think you got that from me
The fans all mad, actin' like they can't see
Your street cred goner, n***a, don't blame me
Shit, your homeboy right, you ain't livin' like that
Everything that you rap, you ain't never did that (N***a)
'Cause other n***a talkin', he a certified rat
Your co-defendant been gave me your paperwork, n***a
I gave you a video and verse, n***a, for the free
When you was tryna pay a n***a, bitch, I'm a G
Thought Turk felt the same way, Goddamn
'Cause we all from the same place, Louisiana

[Outro]
(Ungrateful) All I could do is shake my head
(Ungrateful) At this point
(Ungrateful) All y'all motherfuckers sour
These people so ungrateful (GQ)
(Ungrateful) Yung Bleu
(Ungrateful) All y'all motherfuckers
This Badazz, n***a
Goin' through some things