Blessed

My head is feeling blank I should've burnt it to a disc
I been cutting dead weight off like a dr. At a bris
Bullet flying through your chest turn you to a bisque
This abyss that im in involve a whole lot of risk
Fuck you if you talking back my target practice target that
I'm washing y'all you need detergent, while I own the laundromat
Invested in myself, I know my interest well, when I start inflating then the ceiling need to raise as well
My whole plan to raw dog the competition, so bend the fuck ofver lassie lets get in position
You telling me that talk is cheap? But you never listen
I'm tryna speak some game to you, 5 star Michelin
The top chef in this hoe, let me in the kitchen
I'm a cook something so good they like fiends twitchin'
Aye, I never been one to gloat, but rapping is all I know
Gained some experience, tested waters on different boats
But sinking to stay afloat, the quests from the overlord
Is giving me overloads my wattage cant take the shit
I gotta go make a hit, so focused on saving it
Blow a kiss to a hating bitch, tell em to savor it



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Writer(s): Darrion Parton
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