[Intro – Soft Piano, Birds, and Windchime Sounds] (Batiste hums softly under the chords.) Morning light on the levee. The kind that don’t blind — it heal. I used to pray for more. Now I pray for enough. (Brass sigh fades in like a sunrise.) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 Thank God for the bruise before the bless, For the chaos that taught me rest. For every “no” that led me near, And every silence that brought me here. I seen angels in unpaid bills, Mercy cookin’ in windowsills. Even loss look holy in hindsight rain, Goldleaf gratitude cover my pain. 🎶 ⸻ [Hook – Batiste + Choir + Wayne] 🎶 Goldleaf gratitude, shine through scars, Turn cracked glass into stars. We still rise, slow and true, Painted in gold, me and you. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 2 – Lil Wayne] 🎶 I used to curse what I couldn’t fix, Now I bless it — that’s the remix. Every storm a melody line, Every hurt just sharpened my rhyme. Jon on the keys like he talkin’ to grace, Trumpet hum tears from a holy place. We don’t earn the light, it choose, To find its way through broken hues. 🎶 ⸻ [Bridge – French & English Harmony] 🎶 La vie n’est pas parfaite, mais elle brille, (Life ain’t perfect, but it shines.) La lumière aime les fissures, (The light loves the cracks.) 🎶 (Wayne ad-libs softly: “Yeah… that’s where He get in, huh.”) ⸻ [Hook – Choir Expansion, Brass Warm] 🎶 Goldleaf gratitude, fold my fears, Turn my doubt into souvenir. I don’t need wings, just proof I flew, Even if I fell — I grew. 🎶 ⸻ [Verse 3 – Spoken / Wayne Over Soft Piano] I been low, I been lost, I been lucky. But even the bad days got rhythm. Ain’t no wasted time when your soul stay tuned. Every second’s a lyric God ain’t done with yet. 🎶 I’m still singin’ with the same old crew, Saints, strangers, me, and you. 🎶 ⸻ [Final Hook – Choir, Batiste, and Horns Bloom] 🎶 Goldleaf gratitude, shine right through, Even the dark got golden hue. Heaven ain’t far, it’s in our view, Every breath a “thank you.” 🎶 (Choir repeats softly: “Every breath a thank you…”) ⸻ [Outro – Batiste Spoken / Piano Fade] Gratitude ain’t quiet — it hums. Listen close. That’s the sound of still bein’ here. (Piano drifts into light; trumpet holds one tender note like a halo.)

Goldleaf Gratitude