Blessed Beyond Belief Lyrics

I been comin' straight up out the gate

Like I was born to rap

Tryna' hustle up and make a play

Like I'm a quarterback

I been on they head

like a fuckin ball cap

Cause you know I spit the truth

No printer all fax (facts)

Get the cash

We all chase it till we turning into ash

So I might as well embrace it I been hungry for the bag

Stomach growling but I'm eatin'

you don't have to do the math

This a different type of hungry

This a race, you getting lap

Double up

Crunching numbers just to get the 100s up

And I pick apart the pieces

Push the pack until it's fuckin crumbs

I ain't done enough

Prayed to god

That don't sum it up

100 songs a year

I run it back

Just to run it up

Pushin' heavy

Driving Steady

When you get the bag

It bring on enemies

All the homies rest in peace

Tryna hear the angels sing

Gotta make a couple hunnid

(before) 'for my people memories

Lately I'm going Godzilla

Sit on the top in a minute

Work through the wind in the winter

Struggled I gotta admit it

Popeye off the spinach

Even rocky not gon' hit em

And the police not gon pin em

Knock on wood that they don't get him

I be dancing with the devil

But I like that dirty blessing

I'm just prayin up to god

He don't make me learn my lesson

Pass the blunt like Rondo

Mary jane will stop the stressing

First I got a quarter pound

And then they finally got the message

I just jumped upon this shit

Like a groupie on a dick

I got trees and I got sticks

Tell me what you tryna get

Got it poppin like a pimple

On yo head like I'm a zit

You might need to cool down

From this heat I'm bouta spit

Boy been like a spam text

Always on they home screen

Catch the pack and pass it

Like I'm Manu Ginobili

If you wasn't fucking with me then

We can't be homies

Turn an 8th to 24

Bitch I feel like Kobe

Pushin' heavy

Driving Steady

When you get the bag

It bring on enemies

All the homies rest in peace

Tryna hear the angels sing

Gotta make a couple hunnid

(Before) 'for my people memories