Blessed 2 Be Here

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Told my producer I can't have them clicks in my tracks
I'm the last one that catching me lacking
Ex acting new, I pulled up with thick lil jawn
With an ass that's as Big as Nebraska
She wanted dick, but that Bitch in cahoots
With the nigga that dissing my bro his rapping
Heard what you said, and hell nah you ain't mention the name
But you basically asked for what happens
Next had to finish em, cap, I should probably stop
'Cause My mind on the green like a cabbage
O G gon get 'em, it's crazy how bodies gon drop
Cross his off the list like we shopping
Yes I'm the one punching in, Brodie be punching on opps
Whoever hurting gon hunt for the drop
Swear that envy'll make niggas front for ya spot
T really suburb, but born on the block
I know niggas say "word", only words that they got
Actions speak louder, do that til you pop
I'm just putting my moms in the hills, at the top
That was a dream, speak it up til it's not
I'm manifesting these goodies, thank god for my blessings
I know how I feel to be chopped
Now I got bands in my hoodie, I rarely be flexing
Whenever I do it's a lot
God'll bless
Yo Rod, this song hit my soul
This beat I gotta bless
Anything that's wrong up in my life
I know that God will bless
Been going hard, the world acting like I ain't popping yet
All for my moms I'll thug it out
So she don't gotta stress
Pick up the phone for her alone
Or business calls, don't text
I gotta make sure my presence's known
So I don't gotta flex
Been on my own, if you fond of me I don't gotta ex
Them broken bonds can't re-attach
Just know I tried my best
I gave more than what I got
Had countless times I threw the pride away just to save ya spot
The amount of fucks I give is nonexistent, not a lot
Roles switching UP, you asking if I love you, probably not
Never been in love for real
Push come to shove for real
They don't be showing that love for real
They just want the "wassup" for real
Already got real ones, so I just need my cup refilled
This shit suck for real, time the only stuff that heal
Til I touch some mils, I ain't tryna be laid up
My only focus is paper, we on two whole different pages
You see that they bumping the sound,
Forgot the potential I saved up
You see me up, now you coming around
Apologies, I cannot save us
God'll bless
Yo Rod, this song hit my soul
This beat I gotta bless
Anything that's wrong up in my life
I know that God will bless
Been going hard, the world acting like I ain't popping yet
All for my moms I'll thug it out
So she don't gotta stress
Pick up the phone for her alone
Or business calls, don't text
I gotta make sure my presence's known
So I don't gotta flex
Been on my own, if you fond of me I don't gotta ex
Them broken bonds can't re-attach
Just know I tried my best

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