Blessing Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on my 17 shit ayy
True to the gang ima blessin
All of my niggas some blessings

Dodging and bob all the hate, damn I feel like a boxer
Damn they cap swear these niggas be flossers
I saved my homeboy life, damn I feel like a blessing no I ain't talking bout doctor
I just talk to my granddad he told me he straight, I can't tell you how long he was locked up
But he told me go hard wit my music and watch my back cause yo own partner will cross ya
I ain't signing no deal less you talkin bout ms
Just hit me up wit the right offer
Comin up on my lyrics I feel like I'm Jason I watched my own brother cross up
Tellin you the feelin, I can't even express it enough
Swear that shit there will shock ya
Baptized for my sins, I'm still havin some dreams of me waking up back in that water

Lotta nights I couldn't get no sleep
Up n stressing how I'm gone eat
Poverty done turned me into a beast
Never thought I'd turned to the streets
F*ck it let the beast up off the leash
F*ck a freak like its the freakniq
Versatile that late night creep
Know my nigga Swayz on the beat
Devil all on my back shit be stressing me out, he won't just let a nigga be
Bouta turn this shit out I can't take it no more, I'm on my ape shit like Caesar
Tryna do the right things but shit keep getting hard so I'm smokin on that gasolina
Been through hella shit nigga I done seen it all, I'll school yo ass like a teacher
Hmu if you want you a feature
Rap or sing it fam I can do either
Puttin on for my grand call her nieta
Roll my hittas stay clutching the heater
Straight droppin shit wind seeker
Cold hearted they say I'm anemic
Statin facts words solid like a preacher
Though I'm chill whoop yo ass like Madea
Gold cup I'm sippin like Serena
Spanish ties wit the fam like Selena
Guatemalan do it for my people
Comin straight from the top like a ceilin'
I'm so high I still don't now my ceilin'
Fight for shit like capranik I'm kneelin
Life a test got the answers I'm cheating
Notice me like a horn bitch I'm beepin

I been capping and rapping to make me a boss
Tryna find my way so we feast it
F*ckin bitches on bitches I feel like a star, then like Michael Jackson tell her beat it
Leveling out my brain gettin rid of my cough, that yellow zine got me leaning
Only trustin in God takin offerings in all, collect my money like im a deacon
On my way to the top, you can sleep if you want Im collecting notes gettin paid
Ride or die for my team f*ck around with the gang mess around and get yo ass layed
Know the cost of a boss, lotta things that I lost but I still do shit my way
Buss you down like a gar smoke yo flaws and all just like a game but ion play
You know I came a long way

Uh oh, undela
Bout my work like a migo the only way
Couldn't get it right so I moved to A
I still scream 17 that's the only way
Get a foreign lil bitch then we fornicate
Ima roll in that pussy like roller skates
If I'm tourin your city then book the date
Most these rapper don't even pronunciate
Comin wit my own style, don't wane be like no other
Ballin hard for my team, ball like we at the rucker
Niggas be sweet and I can't f*ck wit suckers
Hit it from the back if she got a phat bumper
I can't hit it if I can't use a rubber
I ain't a baby, I'm the the number one stunna
That trap shit shoutout to Benihana
If money callin I turn into a runner
my own boss, I blow smoke like exhaust
They say that I be singing, Im Liel Vandross
I got a mean flow like a boat I'm rock
Tryna run up my bands, turn them into some knots
T.O.P. we red but we cannot be stopped
Get my bros out the hood cause 12 be hot
You think you poppin well my nigga you not
It ain't your time nigga reset your watch
Ima business man so believe I invest it
I'm working hard cause I'm young plus I'm restless
Swiping cards, I got credit or debit
You did me wrong trust I ain't gone forget it
Gotta keep a bleezy and I smoke it for breakfast
It take away the pain from when I be stressin
Jug rich bitch cause we came up finessin
Granny say so to school boy, you go get yo lesson

I been capping and rappin, i made me a boss
I found my way now we feastin
F*ckin bitches on bitches I feel like a star, then like Michael Jackson told her beat it
Leveling out my brain gettin rid of my cough, that yellow zine got me leaning
Only trustin in God takin offerings in all, collect my money like im a deacon
Ayyya aye

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on my 17 shit ayy
True to the gang ima blessin
All of my niggas some blessings