Too Blessed

Too blessed to be complaining Like why cry if it ain't paying I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it Cause what's the point in going crazy Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it If you a real bitch, you gone feel this It ain't no commas in my feelings To fill my heart I need some millions I want to talk about it, but everybody run they mouth Took so many L's I keep my head up in the clouds Pretty face keep it cute and positive as hell Plus, I've been getting money and I've been doing it well But don't nobody know about when they took my pops to jail Lost my brother too, and make sure nobody could tell But I don't need no sympathy I put that on the shelf Closest people to me showed that I just need myself Like seriously they said they cared, but wasn't hearing me But I'm the first person they call for them bond fees And now I'm stuck up too Just cause I ain't got no room in this two-door coup I copped a big ass range and a big ass house That don't mean I ain't never cried on this big ass couch Been through it all, still popping it, don't need no help I ain't cocky, bitch I'm confident, I free myself Too blessed to be complaining Like why cry if it ain't paying I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it Cause what's the point in going crazy Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it If you a real bitch, you gone feel this It ain't no commas in my feelings To fill my heart I need some millions Soft girl but that don't mean I ain't thug it out This shit all on me My bills about a hundred thou Even with a nigga, I'm the one that got me put up That's why I hate excuses I be working, this ain't good luck AP wristwatch put it on my own Bossed up bitch I did it in my own Might just be my pride I don't ask for shit at all Cause I can't call nobody I'm the one that niggas call I'm the type, keep it playa, move with caution Thinking about going broke It made me nauseous Private island me please Don't care bout what the cost is I'm the one that foot the bill And take all of the losses Took my feelings, and I threw them in the dirt Yeah I ain't tripping over shit, I go to work Rich nigga stuck inside a Louie skirt Feel like God's favorite The way I'm getting all these perks Too blessed to be complaining Like why cry if it ain't paying I could be hurt, but I ain't saying it Cause what's the point in going crazy Yeah I don't talk, I just deal with it If you a real bitch, you gone feel this It ain't no commas in my feelings To fill my heart I need some millions