B.I.B.
How much of the trauma did mama get, ayy?
Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy
To the pain of my mother's heartache was on a display
Y'all don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy
Thinking of all of it
I never wanted a part of it
Remember I wanted to let go
When smoking, I managed to get low
It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies
When the cellular phone up on death row
When I never had to serve a stretch so
I can still say "but I'm blessed though"
But why did I have to hear mama getting beat
In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth
But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freaking reap
So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace
Blessed to get away
But stressed to this day
When checks hit a nay
No money, depressed and it's grey
But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes
Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches
Graduated to healthy niggas
Try'na protect this investment
Moving like stealthy figures
All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn
It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand
Still I felt these shivers
And the cold nights living through all these stressors
I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes
Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go
From the last row to the best flow
I can now say that I'm blessed though
All of these things that get me down
I know there's gotta be an upside, now
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I holler "but I'm blessed"
All of these things that get me down
I know it's gotta be an upside down
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I'm hollow, but I'm blessed, yeah
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Way up to the highest level that drama gets, ayy
To the pain of my mother's heartache was on a display
Y'all don't want a sick day to my mama's dismay, ayy
Thinking of all of it
I never wanted a part of it
Remember I wanted to let go
When smoking, I managed to get low
It coulda been worse like when I was talking to homies
When the cellular phone up on death row
When I never had to serve a stretch so
I can still say "but I'm blessed though"
But why did I have to hear mama getting beat
In third grade, so I couldn't really give him missing teeth
But I knew from grandma that what you sow you're gonna freaking reap
So he robbed a bank and got about 30 years in the pen' for the mission, peace
Blessed to get away
But stressed to this day
When checks hit a nay
No money, depressed and it's grey
But the family didn't stutter to pull her and the kid inside their homes
Sometimes it was butter and sugar sandwiches
Graduated to healthy niggas
Try'na protect this investment
Moving like stealthy figures
All that poverty and pain it really helped me give a damn
It dealt me this killer jam, now wealthy I'm living grand
Still I felt these shivers
And the cold nights living through all these stressors
I'm feeling like I had a lifelong baby bib to protect me from messes
Around my neck so I'm safe as far as threats go
From the last row to the best flow
I can now say that I'm blessed though
All of these things that get me down
I know there's gotta be an upside, now
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I holler "but I'm blessed"
All of these things that get me down
I know it's gotta be an upside down
Found somewhere, yeah
If I can't pick my face up off the ground
And I don't know what's next
I'm hollow, but I'm blessed, yeah
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Under pressure
Feel like God
No discussion when I pull that card
Until I see different
I know what I know
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Watson, Aaron Yates, Michael Summers
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