God Sent ft. J.Blaze Lyrics

Yo, Will I deliver? That was never in doubt

They hope that I fail cuz I got an arrogant mouth

But I'ma prevail cuz I take intelligent routes

Adversity never went against a nigga this stout

I'm back 3 albums deep but I'm the same to the core

I'm fueled by the same pain and the anger from before

But now, I run the gambit, I'm too hot for the card

I went to school of hard knocks from MBlock to The Yard

And when everything changed, we remained the same

We never followed the rules cuz we changed the game

I remember we was broke, we had nowhere else to go

This shit started as a joke now we them niggas that you know

And we got it from the floor to the top for sho

This is real rap nigga this is not for show

I am Jay to the Dot something hot you know

You better chill for I fuck around and pop yo

Man

I do this shit very well, It ain't hard to tell

I stopped weighing my decisions on a Libra scale

I'm in position now they wanna yell

But not a grudge has been held my nigga because I'm living swell

Let's think back and I don't do this often

But the niggas pen for success, all they did was a bunch of talking

I wanted my bag to bubble up like some boiled water

Now beautiful women want me and I'm cool with they father

I'm that cold just to let you niggas know

I'm trying to do it unlike any nigga did it before

I used to keep it on the humble

Made niggas think they was close

Now it's off to the races and most you niggas be ghosts

Because you don't exist, if they smart, I'm they pick

All the rest of you niggas can really go eat a dick

Don't ask me about no label, I ain't signing to shit

I'm a businessman, I own me a hundred percent

I don gave you niggas chances to hit me and come clean

Drake, Wayne, Nicki can see that i'm going green

You switched sides, know that you playing for the wrong team

Not a Celtics fan but I got some niggas throwing C's

The walk off my nigga but I'm the batter up

With money on the line my pockets is fat as fuck

Yo chick my biggest fan, if I look, then she took

You two hours behind, don't worry bout catching us

It's Blue 20 and Blaze got you looking in amaze

With this rapping, we can hit you with rhymes three different ways

We get our own bread, we not on financial aid

Mind yo business is the only way you gonna get paid

This a first round knock out, most of you niggas dropped out

Guards at the board you niggas need to box out

20 in the game you know he finna rock out

What more can I say, young nigga just had to pop out