blessed

I could see the fake & I was never in a that
Show me love right in my face
But hate behind my back
I feel like the internet
Be lowering my intellect
Every line a indirect of problems that we all accept
This shit too easy
Could never see me sweat
Couple nights was freezing
And everyone in debt
Really came from nothing
But I still feel like I'm less
Moving with a purpose
Since a child I was blessed
Hungry for the money
Had to hustle for a check
I could die right now and
I would live with no regret

Professor X
I tap into cerebra
This shit like a free throw
Kill 'em in a mink coat
Cop another Cinco
I been smoking big dope
Fuck another bimbo
Thank her with a tip hoe
Sliding in a M46
I could tell you what I'm meant for
Coming at neck but
That was jus another attempt though
Slaughter instrumentals,
Help me for my mental
Stretch an 8th, Reed Richards
Walk up to bank see digits
Eyes of the serpent of a lizard
I was balling on my Lillard
Made the beat and the raps
So I'm really that nigga
I was in the trap nigga
Never had to trap
Saw my homie strapped nigga
Hit 'em in the back
In particular that nigga
Made it through the night
Started hitting jets like he running
12 there for the victim
Looking for who done it
Got to pray for the love in abundance
Cuz the battle already coming
Lord see that we need it



Credits
Writer(s): Frankie Hernandez
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