Blessed Not Lucky
I Just had a long night of trapping please don't ask me for favors
My son tapped me on the shoulder with a package of Quakers
So I whipped it up for em said I'll be back in here later
Then like my second probation shit I'm back on them papers
Man it's crazy what I had to tables, they turn quickly
Had my blinkers on but niggas wasn't making that turn with me
All my exes had wasted they turn with me
Now my girl fye I hand her the paper to burn with me
Don't pass that blunt you gotta hold that "L"
Got my weight up I'm bout to show that scale
DMs from bitches I don't know that well
Cause I'm stacking up paper it can't fold that well
You gotta wrap it in a rubberband
One band, one sound, bring the drummers in
I got back and told them bitches never front again
I was sitting in the game when they was subbing in all money in
And we gone get money till it's late night
Wake up the next day do everything twice
Dead people in my pockets like a grave site
Make a million off of rapping what is stage fright
Real nigga make a fake nigga hate life
Look I'm blessed not lucky
So I'm not there if the check not coming
Life ain't fair just believe in the grind
We was raised with the demons but we gotta praise god
I wake up and thank god that the bag came
Cause I remember we was trapping out the man cave
God body this ain't man made
Built it in my own so if I got it then it's handmade
Word to every callus
King size mattress used to peel up off of pallets
Detroit nigga, still balling in the palace
Touch ours, rush hours, I'm in traffic
On my son I ain't putting shit aside this ain't Khaled
If you cross that line once, you won't ever get a second chance
Cause when it's smoke I know my mans'll get it second hand
Gotta play the cards right you'll never get a second hand
Thats why I look twice like I lost it gotta check again
Told doc to check the psi this the pressure
For life to look real on the film need the extras
Mama always said I got drive and I'm special
I'll get there on my own if I gotta this a Tesla, where the bag
And we gone get money till it's late night
Wake up the next day do everything twice
Dead people in my pockets like a grave site
Make a million off of rapping what is stage fright
Real nigga make a fake nigga hate life
Look I'm blessed not lucky
So I'm not there if the check not coming
Life ain't fair just believe in the grind
We was raised with the demons but we gotta praise god
My son tapped me on the shoulder with a package of Quakers
So I whipped it up for em said I'll be back in here later
Then like my second probation shit I'm back on them papers
Man it's crazy what I had to tables, they turn quickly
Had my blinkers on but niggas wasn't making that turn with me
All my exes had wasted they turn with me
Now my girl fye I hand her the paper to burn with me
Don't pass that blunt you gotta hold that "L"
Got my weight up I'm bout to show that scale
DMs from bitches I don't know that well
Cause I'm stacking up paper it can't fold that well
You gotta wrap it in a rubberband
One band, one sound, bring the drummers in
I got back and told them bitches never front again
I was sitting in the game when they was subbing in all money in
And we gone get money till it's late night
Wake up the next day do everything twice
Dead people in my pockets like a grave site
Make a million off of rapping what is stage fright
Real nigga make a fake nigga hate life
Look I'm blessed not lucky
So I'm not there if the check not coming
Life ain't fair just believe in the grind
We was raised with the demons but we gotta praise god
I wake up and thank god that the bag came
Cause I remember we was trapping out the man cave
God body this ain't man made
Built it in my own so if I got it then it's handmade
Word to every callus
King size mattress used to peel up off of pallets
Detroit nigga, still balling in the palace
Touch ours, rush hours, I'm in traffic
On my son I ain't putting shit aside this ain't Khaled
If you cross that line once, you won't ever get a second chance
Cause when it's smoke I know my mans'll get it second hand
Gotta play the cards right you'll never get a second hand
Thats why I look twice like I lost it gotta check again
Told doc to check the psi this the pressure
For life to look real on the film need the extras
Mama always said I got drive and I'm special
I'll get there on my own if I gotta this a Tesla, where the bag
And we gone get money till it's late night
Wake up the next day do everything twice
Dead people in my pockets like a grave site
Make a million off of rapping what is stage fright
Real nigga make a fake nigga hate life
Look I'm blessed not lucky
So I'm not there if the check not coming
Life ain't fair just believe in the grind
We was raised with the demons but we gotta praise god
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Writer(s): David Hill-gray
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