On the Low Lyrics

I gotta find my way home

The devil trynna hold on

Cause I’m rolling in gold

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low

I just wanna sing

You just gotta go

Living for the king

Everybody knows

Giving him my heart

Let the spirit flow

Every time he call

I’m picking up the phone

Picking up the phone

And I’m in my zone

When the blessings came

I started doing shows

People used to hate

They saw me being great

Now I’m getting bigger and I’m eating larger plates

I can start off fresh

You can get up next

We can start a wreck

Let’s go get the rest

Hit em with the flex

Like we’re playing chess

We can rock the world and we don’t even need our flesh

I gotta find my way home

The devil trynna hold on

Cause I’m rolling in gold

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low

I finally found my way

My family gone be straight

From the blood we saved

Lord you know my faith

When the right time comes

I’m gonna have some fun

God is still not done

We will show them where we from

I gotta find my way home

The devil trynna hold on

Cause I’m rolling in gold

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low

And I’m blessed, and I’m blessed

And I’m blessed on the low