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Blessed (feat. TrapBlakkk)

by RetroWays1k

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Talked to my dawg the other night Lil' 15-minute phone conversation you know It's brief but it's something to think about I love talking to them boys you know, most of the time they bring me closure You never know where your next word of encouragement gon' come from Pray God help me persevere it's understood I'm blessed Built relationship off respect some things I regret Rolling somethin' in a backwood tryna cope with stress Keep it kosher with my nigga when he call collect He told me "Pace yourself, you're God's child, you can't move wrong" Hard to maneuver when they want you on a tombstone Secure your bag 'fore you think 'bout putting jewels on Exes exes for a reason learn to move on Be cautious in these streets, separate 'em from your fam Ain't nan nigga trustworthy when they caught up in a jam We ain't beefin' bout no pussy it's the principle, that ain't playa Prioritize your pockets them hoes will come later Told him I ran I ran across the opps and made sure that he noticed me The internet he a G person it's cold feet Keep your distance, be a loner, not a socialite People only use you for what you got they wanna smoke for free Since the tables turned, too much salt in the game Dracos on the street, youngins ready to get a stain Understand these young hoes gon' do it for a name Grow up, get ass shots, then do it for the fame For real though, I'm just calling it how I see it You know I met you in the chain gang So I can't really speak on what life is like that on the turf with you I just fuck with you 'cuz...the lil' time we have spent together we kept it solid I don't really speak on religion, you know that just creates a lot of controversy Everybody can't accept certain conversation I just call it how I see it Music keep on calling me plus money yeah I need it Youngin grew up ain't have nothin' it's 'bout time I go to Neman's Hellcat came with hella horses better watch out for them demons For my past ain't no remorse and they they ain't help me when I need it Trying to make it to the top, weights on my legs to keep me sinkin' I be trying to clear my thoughts but I got so much on my mind Told 'em people hold they thoughts I'm bout to drop 'em right on time 40 X-D with a lemon they say life like lemon limes Don't give two fucks, no fucks given, plus I'm gifted with the rhymes Florida boy ain't go to Disney - in the trenches selling pine I ain't the type to chase no bitches they just caught me by surprise I gotta show my girl I'm faithful know she tired of all the lyin' Baby Laila at her navel she can be here anytime

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