Blessed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lord knows I got more flows, I'm the king and your boss know
Shine bright in this kush smoke, labels look for that lost glow
I just look where it cost low, son grown I need more clothes
Rap ain't paying these bills right now, Imma flow with these pills right now
Bossed up in Too Trill right now, give a f*ck how you feel right now
Cause I'm too high in these offices, rap done lost me one bossed up bitch
Cost of fame I want all this shit, if I'm not next then what you call this shit
Told my gang we gon all get rich, cause I keep dropping this flawless shit
Shit, I called this shit way back
Kano could've had me made back, shoutout my nigga K used to stay strapped
But my dog got locked free him ASAP, 10 jesus pieces we praise that
Pray to duck where they raid at, f*ck hoes we don't save that
Nah, and these magazines like hah, drug dealing nigga turned star
Can't go back cause I came too far, roll my life and I gave you bars
Whats the odds, that a nigga like me, would be up on MTV
I gotta thank God for the MPC, boy we runnin 5 racks for MPP
Thank MPG
It's been a long time coming, been a long time coming
Chasing my dreams and I won't stop running, shooting for the stars and I won't stop gunning
Flow too cold and that boy too cunning, and I won't stop stunting Make her praise God when I bring my drums in

[Chorus](x2)
Amen, church ho, Amen, church ho
Amen, church ho, man they say I'm blessed like these church folk
[Verse 2]
Truth be told I'm tired of ya'll, money eats pain like tylenol
They want my flow my style and all, when they was trying to get money I was trying to ball
Top just us I ain't trying to fall, can't see that I'm Stevie
Just in case they didn't believe me, Imma blow up make it look easy
I scream church ho, amen, I'm the one they put faith in
Look I'm bout to be famous, I was on the route to that state pen
Four pounds and two pistols, molly water drop crystals
Got me all in my feelings, bitch I called your ass cause I missed you
Ain't ashamed to say I got issues, f*ck you shorty I'm workin
Hand me baby I grinding, don't ask what label I'm signing
I got A&R's on my back, execs need some new tracks
Need a mil off this project, I done run through racks on my track
I got on and never looked back, now I make songs I used to cook crack
Phil got pounds off in that sack, cause a nigga still trappin more than he rap
And that [?] got back, with a new pac flow and bitch [?] me and 2pac know
2 Glock fours and do not fold, stack old bread til that money get mold

[Chorus]

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