Bless Up
Ain competing with a soul I told them lil niggas bless up
Went and got my check up
They won't give me credit but I came up off them extras
Green white etc
He won't let me round his bitch he know Gelato clever
Extra ordinary playa
Havin pull like the mayor
Mane this shit getting easy like a layup
Remember nights I had to stay up
Now guaranteed a g a day all I gotta do is wake up
You ain gotta loan shit from me my nigga say sumn
Shit get hard to face huh
Just spent yo lil reup on my bitch lace front
Aye no Pun I been da one
If you cop like two or three I might just drop that number sum
How you call yourself a man you ain't outchea tryna get no monyun
All these niggas think about is killing
You play with me ima kill ya that's on all my unborn children
May the lord be my witness
Ion talk about it much but was born in them trenches
Mama did her best but I had to go and get it
My daddy left me stranded what was wrong with that nigga
May the lord rest his soul I forgive em
You made a beast yo baby boy on a race to them millions
Really wanna see my team win my heart a lil different
Give it all to never see my youngins never step foot in that system
Grandpa was a pastor I be preach in my lyrics
If he shed blood no way that I can fear em
Too much loud in my system all that bs it be getting hard to hear it
I put in years for this shit
I shed tears for this shit
Why the ones I got to the end be first ones to switch
Lay my life out in a frame but you'll never get the pic
That can't understand where they can't relate and that's just it
Bless up nigga
Went and got my check up
They won't give me credit but I came up off them extras
Green white etc
He won't let me round his bitch he know Gelato clever
Extra ordinary playa
Havin pull like the mayor
Mane this shit getting easy like a layup
Remember nights I had to stay up
Now guaranteed a g a day all I gotta do is wake up
You ain gotta loan shit from me my nigga say sumn
Shit get hard to face huh
Just spent yo lil reup on my bitch lace front
Aye no Pun I been da one
If you cop like two or three I might just drop that number sum
How you call yourself a man you ain't outchea tryna get no monyun
All these niggas think about is killing
You play with me ima kill ya that's on all my unborn children
May the lord be my witness
Ion talk about it much but was born in them trenches
Mama did her best but I had to go and get it
My daddy left me stranded what was wrong with that nigga
May the lord rest his soul I forgive em
You made a beast yo baby boy on a race to them millions
Really wanna see my team win my heart a lil different
Give it all to never see my youngins never step foot in that system
Grandpa was a pastor I be preach in my lyrics
If he shed blood no way that I can fear em
Too much loud in my system all that bs it be getting hard to hear it
I put in years for this shit
I shed tears for this shit
Why the ones I got to the end be first ones to switch
Lay my life out in a frame but you'll never get the pic
That can't understand where they can't relate and that's just it
Bless up nigga
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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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