Blessin' the Streets

Mill No Chill Corporate Trapper Street gospel, can’t even talk I’m blessing the streets 100k one summer ran it up off a piece We trapped out the crib We ain’t pay the lease They tried to run us out We said fuck the police Ain’t picking up the phone I’m out blessin' the streets I just counted 10 that’s the daily routine Never see them outside they watch through the screen I’m giving them hope, I’m living they dreams I ain’t get a handout, everything ain't what it seems Stay locked with my brother we never switched teams Just landed first class we switch the scenes Back in 2015 it was two for 15 Now it’s a semi with me when I walk in the room I ride with a mop bitch I came with a broom I was destined for racks since I came out the womb Mill slide in the Audi that bitch go vroom Meals on wheels bitch I came with a feast Your bitch calls me professor I know how to teach She pays for my time she sucks with no teeth Back to the basics can’t fuck with no leech Play with my name drown your ass in bleach Then I pour up a four, I’m out here moving slow N***a want smoke I’m going give him some Glo Mill No Chill n***a I make it snow (Mill No Chill) Just caught a backend I just rocked out the show My name hold weight they already know Put a bag on your head we don’t go head to toe L on the beat n***a this shit go Street gospel, can’t even talk I’m blessing the streets 100k one summer ran it up off a piece We trapped out the crib We ain’t pay the lease They tried to run us out We said fuck the police Ain’t picking up the phone I’m out blessin' the streets I just counted 10 that’s the daily routine Never see them outside they watch through the screen I’m giving them hope, I’m living they dreams I ain’t get a handout, everything ain't what it seems Stay locked with my brother we never switched teams Just landed first class we switch the scenes Back in 2015 it was two for 15 Ha Now we just smoke out the P Bussin’ the piece I be smoking for free You want a feat then you got to pay the fee Glock 19 on Mill he with me We just be blessin' the streets (Ha) They say we be blessin' the beat Yung L he just flexed on the beat Ha, yeah I keep my weapon with me Ain’t no more stressing with me G-Lock ain’t no Wesson on me We was down 10 in the fourth quarter They gave me the shot Big Weigh take the order Stretching the work, yeah I had to short him (Ha) He said he want smoke, well I’m going Newport him Got a phat but bitch and she stay down in Florida Down south I like what she do with her mouth My bitches to boujie I can’t kick them out Still flooding the streets I heard it a drought Dropping a check whatever amount (Big Weigh) Street gospel I can’t even talk I’m blessin' the streets 100k one summer ran it up off a piece We trapped out the crib We ain’t pay the lease They tried to run us out We said fuck the police Ain’t picking up the phone I’m out blessing the streets I just counted 10 that’s the daily routine Never see them outside they watch through the screen I’m giving them hope, I’m living they dreams I ain’t get a handout, everything not what it seems Stay locked with my brother we never switched teams Just landed first class we switch the scenes Back in 2015 it was two for 15