@TRONEE
All of my life I've been praying All of my life I've been praying
All of my life I've been praying All the time I hear them saying
Tronee I've been trying to get at You Tronee I've been trying to Get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Only God can judge, I don't Judge them In the same breath, I Don't trust them
When it went left, I was nothing Hardly came up in discussion
Now I'm smelling like Tom Ford That deserve another round Encore
11 years set me down on the floor Now I'm up, chuck the deuces if I'm bored
You letting air out, nigga, shut The front door I'm up 20, bout To be up 20 more
Just a year ago, I was worse than Poor Only had $100 going Shopping at the store
Commissary motherfucker, not Kroger Used to have to bag like a Grocer
Funny how somehow I'm still Selling trees this time I'm legal, Shout out Tweedledees
Gettweed.com, promo code Tron Sound fake, don't it? Watch them Hate on it
Go get money, I don't wait on it Make money and I take money
Try to take from me, cut your Hand off I work magic like Gandalf
Pockets fat, they shaped funny The love is evil, pray for me
Pockets fat, they shaped funny The love is evil
All of my life I've been praying All of my life I've been praying
All of my life I've been praying All the time I hear them saying
Tronee, I've been trying to get at You Tronee, I've been trying to Get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Don't get mad at me, God cut the Sretch short That stretch was so Long, I got stretch marks
Crow's toes on my eyes, I got Stress marks Street nigga, with Laptop and desk smarts
All these pretty girls saying they Wanna sex me All these hoe ass Niggas saying they wanna test Me
All these punk police still wanna Arrest me They can't let me Breathe, why don't they just bless Me
Fake hoes all in my face Style get Copy, get paste
Dracos all in my safe They watching me, I don't feel safe
Prayin' on my downfall Beat me Down, watch me crawl
I don't fuck with none of y'all Wouldn't give me back my ball
I got money on my scull So much Money I feel tall
I identify as rich Run it up like a Blitz
My pronouns is big and dick Her Pronouns is suck and lick
Travis Scott, this shit get lit Light it up like a wick
This shit wicked, Nardo wick This ain't that, this is this
Fuck your wish, bitch I'm blessed I don't mean no disrespect
I've been out here gettin' checks Money bags on my eyes
Look like I don't get no rest Please Pray for me
All of my life I've been prayin' All of my life I've been prayin
All of my life I've been prayin' All the time I hear them sayin
Tronee I've been tryna get at you Tronee I've been tryna get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want God to bless Me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Do you really want God to bless Me
Do you really want God to bless Me
God to bless me, God to bless me
Do you really want God to bless Me
God to bless me
Do you really want it
All of my life I've been praying All the time I hear them saying
Tronee I've been trying to get at You Tronee I've been trying to Get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Only God can judge, I don't Judge them In the same breath, I Don't trust them
When it went left, I was nothing Hardly came up in discussion
Now I'm smelling like Tom Ford That deserve another round Encore
11 years set me down on the floor Now I'm up, chuck the deuces if I'm bored
You letting air out, nigga, shut The front door I'm up 20, bout To be up 20 more
Just a year ago, I was worse than Poor Only had $100 going Shopping at the store
Commissary motherfucker, not Kroger Used to have to bag like a Grocer
Funny how somehow I'm still Selling trees this time I'm legal, Shout out Tweedledees
Gettweed.com, promo code Tron Sound fake, don't it? Watch them Hate on it
Go get money, I don't wait on it Make money and I take money
Try to take from me, cut your Hand off I work magic like Gandalf
Pockets fat, they shaped funny The love is evil, pray for me
Pockets fat, they shaped funny The love is evil
All of my life I've been praying All of my life I've been praying
All of my life I've been praying All the time I hear them saying
Tronee, I've been trying to get at You Tronee, I've been trying to Get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Don't get mad at me, God cut the Sretch short That stretch was so Long, I got stretch marks
Crow's toes on my eyes, I got Stress marks Street nigga, with Laptop and desk smarts
All these pretty girls saying they Wanna sex me All these hoe ass Niggas saying they wanna test Me
All these punk police still wanna Arrest me They can't let me Breathe, why don't they just bless Me
Fake hoes all in my face Style get Copy, get paste
Dracos all in my safe They watching me, I don't feel safe
Prayin' on my downfall Beat me Down, watch me crawl
I don't fuck with none of y'all Wouldn't give me back my ball
I got money on my scull So much Money I feel tall
I identify as rich Run it up like a Blitz
My pronouns is big and dick Her Pronouns is suck and lick
Travis Scott, this shit get lit Light it up like a wick
This shit wicked, Nardo wick This ain't that, this is this
Fuck your wish, bitch I'm blessed I don't mean no disrespect
I've been out here gettin' checks Money bags on my eyes
Look like I don't get no rest Please Pray for me
All of my life I've been prayin' All of my life I've been prayin
All of my life I've been prayin' All the time I hear them sayin
Tronee I've been tryna get at you Tronee I've been tryna get at you
Do you really want God to bless Me? Do you really want God to Bless me
Do you really want God to bless Me
Do you really want me to have Peace and blessings
Do you really want God to bless Me
Do you really want God to bless Me
God to bless me, God to bless me
Do you really want God to bless Me
God to bless me
Do you really want it
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Writer(s): Guy Banks
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