MF BLESSED
You know I'm MF BLESSED
And I could say it wit my chest
I could write this on the block
Like my 1st time in cement
4 years on the bench
How the fuck he still shinning
Grandma got the cookies
Shit slap lis slap the field is shining
I caught that 87 like my wish it just hit heaven
And that's the third one in a row son
Its not even 11
I was trapping in the mud and
I do a nigga dirty
So if I had to slap a bitch she
Only she show me that they worthy son
I gotta keep my word
I ant no mother fucking bird
And I don't gotta take a flight
Just to get my body right
So y'all gonna need the fucking jack
Just to pick up sack
He gotta chill wit all that crack
He got the game on his back
Man I see the way he speaking
He was leaking
He was fucking tweaking
Snitching like a bitch
And he was lying on a pussy
You know this shit a bop
So move ya head just like you Whoopee
You know I'm MF BLESSED
And I could say it wit my chest
I could write this on the block
Like it'd my 1st time in cement
I was strictly bout the action
Throw the keys I know the plate was dirty
Pops told me move the work
Don't let em know til you ready
That's what my Concierge tell me
Fashion show my bro a yeti
Yo pass my miller 40
Extra credit on the shorty
Niggas left me out for dead
Now I'm back and ya looking haunted
I was selling yolk just like my pops
Mama said I'm so cold
Yo I'm chillin bruh
Light off i'm shuffling
Rubber bands i'm hustling
Find a lower unit price
I did this for the people right right
And I could say it wit my chest
I could write this on the block
Like my 1st time in cement
4 years on the bench
How the fuck he still shinning
Grandma got the cookies
Shit slap lis slap the field is shining
I caught that 87 like my wish it just hit heaven
And that's the third one in a row son
Its not even 11
I was trapping in the mud and
I do a nigga dirty
So if I had to slap a bitch she
Only she show me that they worthy son
I gotta keep my word
I ant no mother fucking bird
And I don't gotta take a flight
Just to get my body right
So y'all gonna need the fucking jack
Just to pick up sack
He gotta chill wit all that crack
He got the game on his back
Man I see the way he speaking
He was leaking
He was fucking tweaking
Snitching like a bitch
And he was lying on a pussy
You know this shit a bop
So move ya head just like you Whoopee
You know I'm MF BLESSED
And I could say it wit my chest
I could write this on the block
Like it'd my 1st time in cement
I was strictly bout the action
Throw the keys I know the plate was dirty
Pops told me move the work
Don't let em know til you ready
That's what my Concierge tell me
Fashion show my bro a yeti
Yo pass my miller 40
Extra credit on the shorty
Niggas left me out for dead
Now I'm back and ya looking haunted
I was selling yolk just like my pops
Mama said I'm so cold
Yo I'm chillin bruh
Light off i'm shuffling
Rubber bands i'm hustling
Find a lower unit price
I did this for the people right right
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Writer(s): Andrew Davis
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