Doley Bernays - Blessed lyrics
rate meLord knows I got more flows
I’m the king and your boss knows
Shine bright in this kush smoke
Labels look for that lost glow
I just look where it cost low
Son grow I need more clothes
Rap been paying these bills right now
I’ma float with these pills right now
Bossed up and too chilled right now
Give a fuck how you feel right now
Cause I’m too high in these offices
Rap the laws put one bossed up bitch
Close to fame I want all this shit
Found out next what you call this shit
Told my gang to go all get rich
Cause I keep dropping this flawless shit
Shit, all the shit, ray batting
Came no could have had me made back
Shout out my nigga k used to stay strapped
But my dog got locked free em asap
10 jesus piece, we praise that
But pray it up, where they raid that
And fuck hoes, we don’t save that
Nah, and these magazines like ha
Drug dealer make a turn, start
Can’t go back cause I came too far
Wrote my life and I gave you bars
What’s the arse, that a nigga like me
Appear upon mtv, gotta thank god for the mpc
Bonufied racks for the mpp, nigga, mpg
It’s been a long time coming,
It’s been a long time coming,
Chasing my dreams and I won’t stop running
Shooting for the stars and I won’t stop gunning
Fall too cold and I boy too cunnin
And I won’t stop stuntin,
Make her praise god when I play my drums in
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Man they say I’m blessed like these church folks
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Man they say I’m blessed like these church folks
Truth be told, I’m tired of y’all,
Money ease pain like Tylenol
They want my flow, my style and all
Wasn’t trying to get money, I was tryina ball
Top just us, I ain’t tryina fall
Can’t see that, I’m Stevie
Just in case they ain’t believe me
I’ma blow up, make it look easy
I scream church oh, amen,
I’m the one they put faith in
Look I’m bout to be famous
I was on the road to that state pen
4 pounds and 2 pistols, molly water drop crystals
Got me all on my feelings, bitch I called your ass cause I missed you
Ain’t ashamed to say I got issues
Fucking shawty, I’m working,
Hear me baby, I’m grinding
Don’t ask the label I’m signing
I got 18 ounce on my back
Exact me some new tracks
Need a mill off this project,
I done ran through racks on my trap
I got on and never look back
I make songs, I used to cook crack
Still got pounds off in that sack
Cause a nigga still trap more than he rap
And that bag got back, with a new pot flow
And bitch never ...2 clock foes...
Stack old brand till that money grow old
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Man they say I’m blessed like these church folks
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Amen, church oh, amen, church oh
Man they say I’m blessed like these church folks.
