Blessings ft. Vory Lyrics

Dear God, I'd like to thank you for everything

Dear God, I'd like to thank you for anything

And everything, obey, obey, obey, ooh

Blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings, blessings

I'd like to thank you for anything and everything

Recording myself from that room, I hope they don't fake it, cause

Things get real, things get real, tell me how you feel

These demons will tell you my stories, but if they make it

I'll praise to the holiest high, I'll praise to the holiest high

Nigga this is me taking over

Before you let me in this booth you gotta check if I'm sober

Bringing styles from my way back when I sat down in October

Now an angel talking down in my shoulder

And I cannot control her

I'm playing on this beat with couple tricks that I'm using

While you're sitting in your room crying over stories I'm using

Like please keep it a buck with yourself

But I know that you know that you never do

I haven't done rap in a minute

Spin 'round the block with my windows all tinted

You said you got it but bitch I don't get it

I already it got it bro go and forget it and give me my credit

The way I be moving is crazy

Stuck with the stories that made me, ah

She said I should go to I said maybe

Praying for money like these people telling me

I gotta couple of

Blessings

Blessings

Blessings, why you stressing?

Blessings, oh, why you stressing?

Blessings, oh baby, why you stressing

Dear God, I'd like to thank you for everything

Dear God, I'd like to praise you for everything

Oh, and everything, oh, anything

And any thing

I just came back nigga

Make me step back nigga

We ain't stopping till we pulling in a hellcat nigga

I'm Coming scary, moving steady, I'm a hell drive Nigga

Now my enemies are looking like they been high nigga, yeah

I gotta thank you for everything 'cause in my mind I can now make a song for real

I gotta thank you for memories deep in my mind cuz for them I got strong for real

I pull up in a two seat, nigga, who's he?

D' Stoic out the hurse, this a new me

I was digging on my grave and got too deep

Then I came up from the dead like I'm Toosii

Looking at my pocket that shit filling my mind

I'm shooting 3's you call 'em buckets, that shit one of a kind

I'm running tracks right out my pocket, I don't fall for the signs

I'm only here for the rhyme

You only here for the time

You see me getting my blessings

Blessings

Blessings

Blessings, why you stressing?

Blessings, oh, why you stressing?

Blessings, oh baby, why you stressing

Said, dear God, I'd like to thank you for everything

Dear God, I'd like to praise you for everything

Oh, and everything, oh, anything

And any thing