Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I get it I get it you see that I'm winning it's hurting your feelings
Don't need your opinion
I know that I know that I'm killing it
Hot as a skillet
The shit that I'm cooking take more than a minute
You start it I finish I'm not with the games or the scrimmage
My homies kept saying stay away from that Bih
Guess I was too busy slaying that Bih
Now she stay in business
She worse than a groupie girl you need a movie I swear
All up on that bullshit like I care
But since you wanna expose secrets
Why don't you show em them photos saying you ain't wanna keep it
Facts
All in them streets we just wonder where your kids at
Come to that beef, f*** the peace and that chit chat
Got my D on her conscious
That's probably why she on that nonsense
I'm just trynna get my commas up
And she still trynna get her comments up
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I'm thankful for those who surround me and thankful for those who ain't 'round me
How I sleep? Soundly cuz I know they softer than bounty
Remembering nights in the county
Them demons were staring to drown me
Couple sips away from alchy told myself that I really needed grounding
And now, I love what I see when I look in the mirror
You hate your reflection you see
It's clearer you cannot get near me but trynna get near us
Here's a couple keys to the padlock told the homie never trust a trash bop
All these fake titties and these ass shots but they say they want a real man
I'm not here to judge I'm just saying
She was pursuing her chance I just wanted what was up in them pants
Told my brother better keep you a rubber before you lay under them covers
Cuz you don't want a crazy chick
Popping up claiming she your baby mother
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
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Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I get it I get it you see that I'm winning it's hurting your feelings
Don't need your opinion
I know that I know that I'm killing it
Hot as a skillet
The shit that I'm cooking take more than a minute
You start it I finish I'm not with the games or the scrimmage
My homies kept saying stay away from that Bih
Guess I was too busy slaying that Bih
Now she stay in business
She worse than a groupie girl you need a movie I swear
All up on that bullshit like I care
But since you wanna expose secrets
Why don't you show em them photos saying you ain't wanna keep it
Facts
All in them streets we just wonder where your kids at
Come to that beef, f*** the peace and that chit chat
Got my D on her conscious
That's probably why she on that nonsense
I'm just trynna get my commas up
And she still trynna get her comments up
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I'm thankful for those who surround me and thankful for those who ain't 'round me
How I sleep? Soundly cuz I know they softer than bounty
Remembering nights in the county
Them demons were staring to drown me
Couple sips away from alchy told myself that I really needed grounding
And now, I love what I see when I look in the mirror
You hate your reflection you see
It's clearer you cannot get near me but trynna get near us
Here's a couple keys to the padlock told the homie never trust a trash bop
All these fake titties and these ass shots but they say they want a real man
I'm not here to judge I'm just saying
She was pursuing her chance I just wanted what was up in them pants
Told my brother better keep you a rubber before you lay under them covers
Cuz you don't want a crazy chick
Popping up claiming she your baby mother
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I get it I get it you see that I'm winning it's hurting your feelings
Don't need your opinion
I know that I know that I'm killing it
Hot as a skillet
The shit that I'm cooking take more than a minute
You start it I finish I'm not with the games or the scrimmage
My homies kept saying stay away from that Bih
Guess I was too busy slaying that Bih
Now she stay in business
She worse than a groupie girl you need a movie I swear
All up on that bullshit like I care
But since you wanna expose secrets
Why don't you show em them photos saying you ain't wanna keep it
Facts
All in them streets we just wonder where your kids at
Come to that beef, f*** the peace and that chit chat
Got my D on her conscious
That's probably why she on that nonsense
I'm just trynna get my commas up
And she still trynna get her comments up
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
I'm thankful for those who surround me and thankful for those who ain't 'round me
How I sleep? Soundly cuz I know they softer than bounty
Remembering nights in the county
Them demons were staring to drown me
Couple sips away from alchy told myself that I really needed grounding
And now, I love what I see when I look in the mirror
You hate your reflection you see
It's clearer you cannot get near me but trynna get near us
Here's a couple keys to the padlock told the homie never trust a trash bop
All these fake titties and these ass shots but they say they want a real man
I'm not here to judge I'm just saying
She was pursuing her chance I just wanted what was up in them pants
Told my brother better keep you a rubber before you lay under them covers
Cuz you don't want a crazy chick
Popping up claiming she your baby mother
Blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
Not when it comes to you
I'm blessed
I ain't got time to press
I ain't got time for stress
I got way too much to lose
Writer: Odera Iloegbunam
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