Stay Blessed Up

If you don't take risks you aint gone be successful
If you aint gone be successful you aint gone be around me
I glisten cuz I don't listen
On gawd

Id give a nigga the shirt off my back
That ain't my brand but I'd give it away
I can't go back to living check to check
I can't go back to no minimum wage
One thing about me niggas knew I was gone leave
Ion remember shit you said but don't you forget about me
Ain't nothing but money round me
Ain't no broke niggas where I be
This schedule here fuck with my sleep
She ain't wearing no draws
Fuck her fresh out my sleep
No niggas never gave a fuck about me
Thats why yaw staying right where ever yaw be
Niggas get far and give
Ill be the nigga like a stud

Shit could get extra
Etcetera, etcetera
You can get wet up
Best stay blessed up
Yeah
I got the best stuff
They dressed up we dressed us
Police can't catch up
Hit the shoe plug yea that's us

Hold on wait
Big dog big bark less bite
How the hell we same we don't just like
Baby got touch know just what I like
Cotton mouth
Yeah I know just when to strike
Put ya on notice beg for your life
Back to the wall and I dare you to fight
Came from the shade I was led to the light
Positive vibe in a negative hype
Yeah it's hazy
Boy smoke way too heavy
Boy smoke good not Reggie
Boy got girlfriend look like a Levi
Boy got left on red baby
Dare ya cross me ever Chevy
Be outside pull up I'm ready
But we been here already
Told y'all dudes come get me
Somebody call medi
Nobody got away just got carried
Might pop me a sedi
Act like they seen a ghost Dom saw Letty
I'm not mad I'm petty
Baby got bush like Reggie
Every time I shoot look like confetti
Nothing surprise me just want money
Funny
Drip make me feel warm fuzzy
Side hoes look like play boy bunnies
Might get head for its back in a skulley
I go dummy y'all just squares like cubbies
Five gin rummy damn right They come back like Kelis
And they slutty im that kid no Cudi
I'm nobody's buddy unless you want be fuck buddies

Shit could get extra
Etcetera, etcetera
You can get wet up
Best stay blessed up
I got the best stuff
They dressed up we dressed us
Police can't catch up
Hit the shoe plug yea that's us

Yeah
She wanna fuck on my bitch
She wanna fuck on my bitch
I keep a palm on my blick
These lucky charms on my wrist



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Writer(s): Antuane Dawaune Scott Smith
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