Blessings

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Blessings

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To wake up in the morning is a motherfucking blessing Grab my AK, I ain't motherfucking stressing Standing in the kitchen and I'm whipping up them babies Only thing on my mind is how to buy me a Mercedes Scraping up the pot, tryna come up with the extra Young niggas rob and I heard that they finesse ya Ain't no pressure, get the .38 special Only thing on my mind is how to put you on a stretcher I pull up solo dolo in a motherfucking Lambo Sipping lean all on my Polo, making niggas out examples Your girlfriend want a photo cause she say she like my wardrobe Got Louis on my feet and I got diamonds in my earlobe My prices buy so low but shawty tell me something I don't know My niggas are so cutthroat, man they dirty like a dope bowl I made a hundred thousand right on Bouldercrest and Flat Shoals Worth a half a million when I moved over to Creel Road Serving through the burglar bar doors with the dope clothes Got more blocks than Dikembe Mutombo Gave holmes a whole thing to blow a nigga head off .44 Bulldog when I drop the bread off To wake up in the morning is a motherfucking blessing Grab my AK, I ain't motherfucking stressing Standing in the kitchen and I'm whipping up them babies Only thing on my mind is how to buy me a Mercedes Scraping up the pot, tryna come up with the extra Young niggas rob and I heard that they finesse ya Ain't no pressure, get the .38 special Only thing on my mind is how to put you on a stretcher I pulled up with a chauffeur in my motherfucking Rolls Royce Glock 19, bomb of purp, and a pair of Jordans Gucci Mane my nigga so you know I fuck with bricksquad My men still speak bilingual, don't do English, they the brick squad T-tops on my 'Vette, middle finger to a squad car Cool hundred bricks, that fill up a Smart car Energy efficient, niggas winning on the gas rate Forty-eight a pound, want ten? Okay, thirty-eight Nothing seem to maze me, while the kitchen slave me One time to the dope boys, they the ones who raised me I fuck with the robbers, I hang with the murderers Was finna get that new Bentley but it didn't come convertible To wake up in the morning is a motherfucking blessing Grab my AK, I ain't motherfucking stressing Standing in the kitchen and I'm whipping up them babies Only thing on my mind is how to buy me a Mercedes Scraping up the pot, tryna come up with the extra Young niggas rob and I heard that they finesse ya Ain't no pressure, get the .38 special Only thing on my mind is how to put you on a stretcher I've been getting money since I motherfucking came here Same shit, cop and go, nah ain't nothing changed here Know I got that haze, sour, and a couple kushes Shorty got the rock, and the Glock is in the bushes One already in the head, hollows in the full clip All my niggas 'bout that bread, we ain't 'bout that bullshit Work is good, make sure your connect keep it real with you Hundred on the chain, quarter million on the vehicle Spit a couple bars, get some budgets, sign a deal or two Drink some liquor, fuck some bad bitches, pop a pill or two Killing you, young black rich nigga, ain't no need in stressing Be thankful for what you got my nigga, it's a blessing To wake up in the morning is a motherfucking blessing Grab my AK, I ain't motherfucking stressing Standing in the kitchen and I'm whipping up them babies Only thing on my mind is how to buy me a Mercedes Scraping up the pot, tryna come up with the extra Young niggas rob and I heard that they finesse ya Ain't no pressure, get the .38 special Only thing on my mind is how to put you on a stretcher

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