Badd Lucc - Blessings (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Problem

(Verse)

Look at the road I done paved away

It's like three five four in a major way

Roof crips on the roof and I'm payed to stay

Ace of spades will spade and fella face is cased

Loads of roads and hoes, but the dro wanna rule up

Wanna gimme now, gotta hol' up

Price's goin' up like the throw up

Mommy suicidal cuz the Phantom got the door up

You ain't neva seen gold wings on a double R

All these rappers fiends leavin' their kids at home with their mother

But you still gotta suffer cuz yo shoes match yo other car?!

Lock the spot to anotha broad?

I'm just livin', I don't wanna war

I'm just chillin', I don't wanna morph

I'm in the buildin', whachya runnin' fo'?

Closed mouth, whachya got it fo'?

Ah, nigga, who's the man to put yo head on a display?

My Sensei say it's sicker this way

Start rap till I push mine

Whole cart like a kush vine

Run up with the bulls, I'm fully macked in the tri state

And I ain't even met this pain

You'll get it later, hater keep moving for the movers

G'yall jackers, g'yall crackers, y'all crack heads just get in line

Hard time fo' a diamond lane nigga

Hell to the illest, if you feel it put 'em hells up

Fuck yo hair, what ya scared of?

So blessed but I'm so stressed

They don't like me, no checks

But I'm built for the project

More sex on the low tex

Low sweats and the low jet

White sand on the floor

White ham by the door

(Hook)

I'm here fo' a good time, not a long time, you know I

I haven't had a good time in a long time, you know I

I'm way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed

I'm way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed

(Verse 2: Problem)

You block, I'm knockin', straight outta Compton

Bout six years ago I was straight outta options

Took the weight off my shoulders and put it in boxes

Good skirs, send it to the multi herses

Same time, 2.20 OG ounces

Goin' down to the third, meet weezy and bird

Shit is all in with it, no part-time hustlin'

Need to rob the squad, all you bleed on the curve

Straight out! I made it, I feel blessed, she on it, cuz I'm so fresh

Spread 'em on out, maximize yo hustle then you spread it all out

Enough talkin', all that tough talkin'

Have a Glock in yo mouth, get ya done while I'm sittin' on my couch

Stop telling me what I oughta say cuz I ain't listening

Now let me chill, sit back and watch my daughter play

Go, aye, (stop the track! it's yo girl, J, alright, bye)

Back at it, always with the runnin', I'mma track at it

Find me backpackin', dee have and the track jacket

Ride packin' in the meads, put it in the cadillac

Rollin' down century, real niggas mention me

When they bring up whoeva's runnin' shit

Diamond lane be the government

Arrogant and lovin' it

Boy, I lay yo bitch, it feel like a glove in it

Hand me my oven mints

It's hot in the kitchen, in the hood I post

Not just for grams, 28 grams

Times 16, by the time my daughter 16 she'll be in the Lamb

(Hook)