Blessed

Hands together, Amen
Yeah I've been praying
Trying to it to, Reality
Allergic to being cowardly
and your excuse, an allergy
referring to an analogy
Perfect views on the balcony
I heard the news that they out for me
I got burners too, and they vouch for me
Convertibles you know how it be
Murderer loose, with no alibi, I mean Alibi
My altitude, too out the sky, I'm so down but high
your Too ground to fly, Get surrounded by - my La Familia
And they all KILLERS, You sound surprised
You not familiar, my penny wise get clowns to cry
My dime is smart, she down to ride I found a bride
my wife is art Her body fine, she sounding sharp
She Call it mine, knock it out the park!
my valentine we found a spark and I'm gonna dine
Al CARTE!

Bless Bless Bless
I was stressed stressed stressed
Smoking Cess, cess, cess
Down to my last dollar, trying to make that shit stretch!
All the bitches yeah, now I'm playing fetch!
I was down to my last dollar, now all I do's invest!
Praying for success, praying for the best
Pass it my homie, yeah he gonna do the rest
Pass it my homie, yeah he gonna do the rest
Pass it my homie, yeah he gonna do the rest

The limit I'm exceeding
catch me speeding
Focused on succeeding
whether I'm sweating or I'm bleeding
I'm achieving my beliefs, and what is life's meaning
If we don't chase our dreams and perceive em
Fuck the doubters I don't believe em
Switch the lanes And then I leave em
I deceive em clean my sneakers
They like sneakin' Bought a beam, Not a Beamer
Sharpened my design, Getting leaner
Sip a margarita With a mamasita
I remain undefeated with my features
My bars are never grievous
TYG we the believers!

Bless Bless Bless
I was stressed stressed stressed
Smoking Cess, cess, cess
Down to my last dollar, trying to make that shit stretch!
All the bitches yeah, now I'm playing fetch!
I was down to my last dollar, now all I do's invest!



Credits
Writer(s): Omarr Rambert, Kyle Edwards, John Fallon, Jonathan Cuskey, Kuwanna Moore
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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