GUESS WHAT
Guess what
I'm blessed up as fuck
Seems I hit a new level whenever I'm feeling I'm going through stuff
Ya problems, ya problems, ya problems, ya problems
I'm faded right now I'll hear bout 'em later
If I love em, I swear that I told 'em I got 'em, whatever it is, either war or a payout
To everyone else I'm all out of favors
Got no answers for a hater
And my vibe it just wont switch, so tell that bitch I'm way too player
On my life I'm gon' get rich, it's black and white just like the Raiders
Over here I mind my biz, you cross that bridge, you meet your maker
One call, could bring em out
Tryna avoid the trouble, I focus on large amounts
You salty then just- just bounce
Money never come with- no doubts
Count it up, stack it up, and watch it never go down
Don't you ask me bout my dealings
Just know that money is motive, the motive is money, I'm stacking it up to the ceiling
I rather keep my head in ideas before I fuck up my bread over feelings
I try to show that I care, same instance I see that they taking a nigga for weakling
And I aint going for shit, whatever they speaking
Done hearing that
Start on a Monday and I'm done by the weekend, so my pockets stay fat
No this shit cannot fall with the seasons, whole lotta wins if we talking bout stats
Don't you ever catch yaself creeping, whole lotta killas, we really on that
My cousins, my cousins, my cousins, my cousins
They ready for war so you better shape up
Better yet just get yall cake up
You cant jack beef with me, cant war without no paper
Ima think you tryna take from me, so dont ask me bout no capers
Through it all I still succeed, cant tell me I'm not in favor
Guess what
I'm blessed up as fuck
Seems I hit a new level whenever I'm feeling I'm going through stuff
Ya problems, ya problems, ya problems, ya problems
I'm faded right now I'll hear bout 'em later
If I love em, I swear that I told 'em I got 'em, whatever it is, either war or a payout
To everyone else I'm all out of favors
Got no answers for a hater
And my vibe it just wont switch, so tell that bitch I'm way too player
On my life I'm gon' get rich, it's black and white just like the Raiders
Over here I mind my biz, you cross that bridge, you meet your maker, whoa
One call, could bring 'em out
Tryna avoid the trouble, I focus on large amounts
You salty then just- just bounce
Money never come with- no doubts
Guess what
Guess what
Guess what
Guess what
I'm blessed up
I'm blessed up
I'm blessed up
I'm blessed up as fuck
Seems I hit a new level whenever I'm feeling I'm going through stuff
Ya problems, ya problems, ya problems, ya problems
I'm faded right now I'll hear bout 'em later
If I love em, I swear that I told 'em I got 'em, whatever it is, either war or a payout
To everyone else I'm all out of favors
Got no answers for a hater
And my vibe it just wont switch, so tell that bitch I'm way too player
On my life I'm gon' get rich, it's black and white just like the Raiders
Over here I mind my biz, you cross that bridge, you meet your maker
One call, could bring em out
Tryna avoid the trouble, I focus on large amounts
You salty then just- just bounce
Money never come with- no doubts
Count it up, stack it up, and watch it never go down
Don't you ask me bout my dealings
Just know that money is motive, the motive is money, I'm stacking it up to the ceiling
I rather keep my head in ideas before I fuck up my bread over feelings
I try to show that I care, same instance I see that they taking a nigga for weakling
And I aint going for shit, whatever they speaking
Done hearing that
Start on a Monday and I'm done by the weekend, so my pockets stay fat
No this shit cannot fall with the seasons, whole lotta wins if we talking bout stats
Don't you ever catch yaself creeping, whole lotta killas, we really on that
My cousins, my cousins, my cousins, my cousins
They ready for war so you better shape up
Better yet just get yall cake up
You cant jack beef with me, cant war without no paper
Ima think you tryna take from me, so dont ask me bout no capers
Through it all I still succeed, cant tell me I'm not in favor
Guess what
I'm blessed up as fuck
Seems I hit a new level whenever I'm feeling I'm going through stuff
Ya problems, ya problems, ya problems, ya problems
I'm faded right now I'll hear bout 'em later
If I love em, I swear that I told 'em I got 'em, whatever it is, either war or a payout
To everyone else I'm all out of favors
Got no answers for a hater
And my vibe it just wont switch, so tell that bitch I'm way too player
On my life I'm gon' get rich, it's black and white just like the Raiders
Over here I mind my biz, you cross that bridge, you meet your maker, whoa
One call, could bring 'em out
Tryna avoid the trouble, I focus on large amounts
You salty then just- just bounce
Money never come with- no doubts
Guess what
Guess what
Guess what
Guess what
I'm blessed up
I'm blessed up
I'm blessed up
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Writer(s): Jamal Peterson
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