Out of Blessings (feat. Home$)

Devil hard at work like a damn prostitute Money said it love you, made ya brother shoot (You tho) Patience is a virtue, it gon come to you But I'm struggling right now bitch give me the loot Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it How the fuck I'm gon be broke and I just got paid I gotta feed my jits man I need that bread today Baby mama on my line always got somethin to bitch about Like damn I kept the lights on and you still wanna run ya mouth? Imma hit a lick for all that it's worth Sucker punch your cranium and take off with your shirt Your pants your shoes, your wallet and your gucci belt buckle You the perfect candidate uh huh You's a sucka, love talkin Reckless knowing that I'm not one to mess with Rich west Kendall kid still livin with ya parents blessin It's easy, 9's drill so pervasive so the S & W persuadin K Dot taught me home invasion was persuasive Or I'll take your ass for ransom ain't no need to contemplate it Yeah I done collected but one of us is dyin' next Shit I'd rather you than me Devil hard at work like a damn prostitute Money said it love you, made ya brother shoot (You tho) Patience is a virtue, it gon come to you But I'm struggling right now bitch give me the loot Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it He said he finna shoot shit but he ain't gon do shit I ain't even gon bullshit cuz I don't talk it I do it He post where he post it Think I ain't noticed I stomp out his back til he get scoliosis I promised you smoke you'll get ashed in my roaches I'm the don dodda, she call me by papa She hop on this wave and we sing like a diver Surround you with sticks, bust the top like piñata No nigga check me, she'll write me a check He get hit with machetes it make you write leftie Shoot where his top at Yo pardon me I was just smokin on this opp pack Drop down your set you ain't gettin your rep back Killed off your homie ain't gettin your friend back He and the blunt smokin slow that's a set back Cuz he and the blunt smokin slow that's a set back Devil hard at work like a damn prostitute Money said it love you, made ya brother shoot (You tho) Patience is a virtue, it gon come to you But I'm struggling right now bitch give me the loot Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it Got it on my own like God ran out of blessings Lord forgive my soul I had to go and get it