Blessed

Yea

It's him, again

Haha

You say you want violence, but that's not true

That's somebody else's life, give it back to him

Telling lies on these records, why you cap to 'em

So when he die, ain't nobody gon' tattoo him

Real niggaz don't got fake shit attached to 'em

He got a snake radar if they try to latch to him

You throw a shot, he gon' send a bomb back to him

Try to scrap with him, with a knife, he gotta axe for 'em

Always there for the fam, they never gotta ask for him

Dad and Grandad made it possible, they got bats for him

When baseball was the passion, but now it's rap for him

First stu, Grandad got the mini-mac for him

I used to wanna be that nigga

Now I'm him, don't you see that nigga

Grew up on Dre, Em and 50, I used to wanna be that figure

You said I won't, and you was right, cause I'm better

And now you ripe, I got cheddar

In my sight, like mice, got my head up

Counting presidents when I write, it's my vice

Like Kamala, 'cause this my life

Cause I'm, cause I'm, cause I'm blessed

Cause I'm, cause I'm, because I'm blessed

They don't understand the grind, thinking I got it made

Papa paved the way, but he ain't fill my paper with ink

So many backhanded compliments, I don't know what to say

I used to fuss, now I tell them thanks, have a nice day

Gotta watch niggas

The first ones to tell you when you fuck up

But end up missing when you catch a come up

Quick to tell you who you look like, tell you who you sound like

You ask me, that don't sound right

They don't say it sound good, they just say it sound hood

Say they like how I feel, never say it sound real

What

You pretty for a dark skin

And nice handle white boy, I thought you'd be a marksman

People stay sleeping on my raps, nonchalant when I play my tracks

Played a song ghostwritten by me, now they say that shit is crack

Niggas actin' salty cause I'm blessed