BLESSINGS ft. Donald Grunge Lyrics

Yeah uh

Yeah, I just woke up Im tired as shit again

Early morning, late night tryna make these ends

Another day Im fuckin' on yo bitch as friends

You can hate, but bitch Im feeling rich

I look and see all these niggas tryna be me

I look, I look, I see

I look and see all these bad ass lil bitches they tryna get with me

Am I stressed? Or Am I blessed? (yeah)

Am I stressed? Nah, I think I'm blessed

How many blessings have I received? I think I don lost count

How many bitches tried to run schemes? man its an absurd amount

How many niggas tried to have beef? I swear that they wild for that

But if it aint about the racks then I dont got time for that

But if I get time then Im gonna fuck on your hoe (yeah)

She gon make time and she gon keep it on the low

She wanna shine and she wanna glow

Look at the time, think I gotta go

Another bitch tryna run game

You cannot run game on the one who is in control

Yeah, I just woke up Im tired as shit again

Early morning, late night tryna make these ends

Another day I'm fuckin' on yo bitch as friends

You can hate, but bitch Im feeling rich

I look and see all these niggas tryna be me

I look, I look, I see

I look and see all these bad ass lil bitches they tryna get with me

Am I stressed? Or Am I blessed? (yeah)

Am I stressed? Nah, I think Im blessed

(Grunge)

Blessings what they gon call it

Me and mine call it ballin

On Rodeo and I'm shoppin'

All designer I don copped it (Wow)

New shades and they Prada

Bapes old so I dropped em

All this money that been conlin'

Gang with me and they gunnin' (wow)

Tdo doo tdo doo

I die for my brothers I swear to God this is on Keezy, this shit is all true

I dont do no fifties, I don't do no pinks I love when my moneys all blue

My brother is krazy my nigga a shooter he might go and shoot out da' roof

How many times I got tell you that Im getting money what you want as proof?

And make a spread bout' it

I love my brothers if you want problems then you dead bout' it

(Star)

I hear that bird call my nigga I'm runnin'

You should be scared cause my niggas they comin'

All of my niggas came straight out the dungeon

ROXBURY yeah

All of my niggas turn nothin' to something

Some handle business and some of them bussin'

I met a bad ass lil bitch out in London

Some niggas try to move me from my plate

I be like fuck you lil boy I aint budging

Some niggas try to ask me bout my rate

But I dont answer you don't got the budget

Some niggas try to come talk about flows and hoes

I think that we should change the subject

I respect niggas that keep they dough on the low

But fuck it I ball out on public

I rock the chains and rings and things

I'm letting them know Imma king

These niggas they lame inside of the game

It's cool I go hard in the paint

I'm ballin' like Jordan, ballin like James

I'm boxing you out of the frame

I'm going insane, it wont be the same

Sheesh

Its Summer bitch

I'm really just tryna look fabulous

Have a bomb ass time

Maybe get some bomb ass dick too

Sheet

Sip some drinks on the beach and feel the breeze bitch