Blessed but broken Lyrics

She got me on a hundred feelings bro

So many nights, too dangerous, so cold as fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All these blessings in my life

Many nights a niger sacrifice

Many things a niger sacrifice

Many nights I cry, I got all these butterflies

I remember I was broke, heartbroken

I told that bitch, don't you call my line

Oh shit, don't you call my line

Every time I choose, I choose you over me

Yeah, N think this money gon' take this pain away

So they hands out of their pockets

Only for benefit, that's all fake, no cap

They all lying, no dap, straight banks

Big bags, before big ass, don't snooze

This hustle ain't got no recap

I'ma hustle until I pop my knee caps

I'll take this D-R-U-G until I need a rehab

I'ma keep it so high enough until I reach the most high

I'm blessed, no matter what I compromise

In my symphony, so I guess I'm probably living my second life

Woo, now I hear it loud how the streets been talking

How we living life like we got like two choices

How I speak my shit loud like I got two voices

How I spend ghost money at the store like I got two purses

How we smoking hot, ogbono feli feli don't touch it

We started with no resources

But we making plenty profit

My butterfly so soft, and if you touch it, you might crush it

All these blessings in my life

Many nights a n' sacrifice

Many nights this n' traumatized

Many nights I cried that I got this butterfly

I remember I was broke, heartbroken

I told that bitch, don't you call my line

Then you broke my heart like every time

Yeah, you know I will choose you over them and that's alright

I go down on my knees, thanking God for all of his blessings

There's no voodoo, believe in me, this takes some process

Believing and practicing every Goddamn process

My N' focus before this Barber turn your Afro to low cuts

I have my eyes open as the day gets darker

Confront myself with the foolish things, I hope I get wiser

How many times I bet on you, I stake on you my last fiber

To put you up ahead, I hope I don't get under

I'm still your number one, numero uno

Cause they say absence makes the heart grows fonder

Busy schedule around time

Mama send the text, that dinner is ready

Will I make it on time, I wonder

Bro, I just keep running around chasing the papers

At the end, everything is vanity

Why you hate me so much when we both falling against the odds of gravity

That's too much insanity

I've been thinking all my life

Every last

One you give is all my life

All the time

All the time