Blessings

Smoking a joint nah I can't be stressing
Smoking a joint nah I can't be stressing

Smoking a joint nah I can't be stressing
Niggas be lost, there lacking direction
Please raise your hand when you're asking a question
I'm teaching a lesson, you absent or present (here)
Feel like the goat of the past and the present
Was taught that you never should ask for a present
But also you never should pass on your blessings
And I am that blessing, let's make that shit extra (clear)
Preaching the gospel like pastors and reverends
I hop on the track and I pass them in seconds
I be coming in first, you just have to accept it
Cause I can't except coming last or in second
She throwing it back and I had to catch it
She got that good cat, only lasted a second
And you got all that ass, girl what you expected
But baby we ain't done, I'm coming right back for seconds

Baby we ain't done, I'm coming right back for seconds
After recess going right back to lessons
She waiting by her phone for me to right back a message
Like the dick is god sent I'm going right back to heaven
I'm smoking medical but I ain't trained to be no medic
Give me good head, don't give me no headache
Smoking good gas and you know it's unleaded
On the 408, I don't know where I'm headed
Spit on her pussy, she told me to wet it
Might tease her a little and just stick the head in
Imma cum on her face cause I can't get her pregnant
And then I'm gon slide, you would think I was sledding
I know I'm the best but I still want my credit
This mixtape a warm up, B told me don't sweat it
But when we drop the album expecting confetti
I gave you a warning, you still won't be ready

Smoking a joint nah I can't be stressing
Niggas be lost, there lacking direction
Please raise your hand when you're asking a question
I'm teaching a lesson, you absent or present (here)
Feel like the goat of the past and the present
Was taught that you never should ask for a present
But also you never should pass on your blessings
And I am that blessing, let's make that shit extra (clear)
Preaching the gospel like pastors and reverends
I hop on the track and I pass them in seconds
I be coming in first, you just have to accept it
Cause I can't except coming last or in second
She throwing it back and I had to catch it
She got that good cat, only lasted a second
And you got all that ass, girl what you expected
But baby we ain't done, I'm coming right back for seconds



Credits
Writer(s): Kirkland Jackson
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