Ble$$Ings

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil, ya dig?
Oh Lord, hallelujah
I been prayin' for my shooter
Forgive me
Agh!
Fresh up outta' hell, I could never fail, I done seen the demons
Last week I almost died young, very thankful that I'm breathing
Momma' told me, "chill my ways"
Pray for me 'cause I really need it
But I remain the same, 'cause this world brought me down to pieces
Bandanna tied, this a homicide
Bow my head and do the "our father"
Hit a beat and I commit a murder, boy, ask forgiveness, "nah, why bother?"
Said the rap won't change me
But it really drove me crazy
Really turned me in to a piece of *****t
Wouldn't blame me if you hate me
I'm more concerned with the money
I give a damn 'bout new relation*****ps
We grew up together, so what?
Y'all know friend*****p could ever make me rich
Look, me and Flight gettin' bread now
If we want, we could take a trip
But I invest in my own brand, turn ten bands to a eighty split
Grab the pot and whip it, man, my work is different
I was M.I.A., yeah, it's been a minute
Drop the fire and they always wanna' hear it
Look, the one on top like the ceiling missing
I just want the guap, baby, "hear me clearly?"
Half the rappers in the city feel me
And **** block, this is straight facts
Yeah, they wack, nah, not in theory
Look, beastmode, he spoke
We know you about to get Debo'ed
Makin' moves in the game, "how I do it without no cheat codes?"
Lotta' things I'ma play, but the main goal was to eat
So, I just signed with Adidas
Had stripes but they gave me three more
Blessings, blessings
Oh Lord, hallelujah, I say, blessings
Forgive me, I've been praying for my shooter
I say, blessings, blessings
Make a way, watch me maneuver
I say blessings
They want me to fail so please remove 'em
Got them bands on the low, so what?
Bands on the floor, count up
Bands on the low, so what?
Bands on the floor, count up
Blessings, blessings
Oh Lord, hallelujah, I say, blessings
Forgive me, I've been praying for my shooter (oh)
Uh uh
Back in this *****
I wanna ball no assist
Yeah yeah
I was fourteen in the streets, scammin' folks and hittin' licks
Yeah yeah
Dog, you got a co-sign but still can't do it like this
Naw naw
Really you wastin' your time, you should be callin' it quits
We been finessin' these places God on our side
How the heck you gonna try
Yes I been sinning
it was written
I remember times
Feeling the pressure thinking I wanted to die
But the only thing committing suicide is the doors on the ride
Yeah yeah
Trust me its gonna get ugle
I did a show out the country
I was in Texas
I was the one who don't mess with
Down south people love me
Pour up the money
I been sipping rolling leaning
In the magazine yah I know they seem 'em
Did a story on me, had to pinch myself, 'cause it felt like a ***** dreaming
And I did it from the projects
To make it out yeah its far-fetched
This close with all this ****
To keep cooking is the concept
No sweat, no contect
Got now, plus I'm next
Sending signs up to the skies
I thank God for my progress
Blessings, blessings
Oh Lord, hallelujah, I say, blessings
Forgive me, I've been praying for my shooter
I say, blessings, blessings
Make a way, watch me maneuver
I say blessings
They want me to fail so please remove 'em
Got them bands on the low, so what?
Bands on the floor, count up
Bands on the low, so what?
Bands on the floor, count up
Blessings, blessings
Oh Lord, hallelujah, I say, blessings
Forgive me, I've been praying for my shooter (oh)