Doley Bernays

Doley Bernays - Blessed lyrics

rate me

Lord 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.

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