Blessed Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah, this bitch just text me, I just left the studio

She want me to come over and shit

And she got a man too

I'm blessed, trying to live a life with no stress (Life with no stress)

Big cheques, that head to good, make a mess (Girl make a mess)

Two hands, she'll suck me good for them bands (Yeah, she will)

Fuck your mans, I could fuck your girl she a fan

Fucked the whole team that bitch got ran (Ran)

North Side Baby turned into the man (Man)

Shit, getting rich was always in the plan (Plan)

Brand new Porsche and it came with a tan

We was on patrol, going OT

Shit, I'm trying to get paid, girl you know me

I got people in my ear, trying to bro me

On the way to the top, shit is lonely

They don't know the shit that I came from

Situations that I faced and I ain't run

We ain't have no choice, had to man up

I was thirteen, shot my first hammer

Only sent headshots, no camera

Feel like Rick Ross back of this Phantom, feeling handsome

I'm blessed, trying to live a life with no stress (Life with no stress)

Big cheques, that head to good, make a mess (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Two hands, she'll suck me good for them bands (Yeah, she will)

Fuck your mans, I could fuck your girl she a fan

Fucked the whole team that bitch got ran

North Side Baby turned into the man

Shit, getting rich was always in the plan

Brand new Porsche and it came with a tan

We was on patrol, going OT

Shit, I'm trying to get paid, girl you know me

I got people in my ear, trying to bro me

(Aight, I'm going back in one more time)

Shit ain't been the same since "Cartier Frames"

She's like an animal I cannot tame

Hit from the back she's going insane (Okay)

Five'six but she still take this pipe

All black ghost and it creep at night

My ops get touched at a red street light

Riding through the streets of YEG

Barrel don't get hot in -thirty-three

When we see the ops it's RIP

Bro shoot shit like his name "Kobe Bean" (Swish)

(Aye, yo tell that bitch to pull up bro)

She don't fuck all night? Pass her to the team

Baby so cold, I sell a bitch a dream

I do, hear I'm getting money shit, who knew?

These racks keep coming in, times two

I blessed that bitch like, Atchoo

I'm blessed, trying to live a life with no stress (Life with no stress)

Big cheques, that head to good, make a mess (Girl make a mess)

Two hands, she'll suck me good for them bands (Yeah, she will)

Fuck your mans, I could fuck your girl she a fan