
Blessed Beyond Belief Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I been comin' straight up out the gate
Like I was born to rap
Tryna' hustle up and make a play
Like I'm a quarterback
I been on they head
like a fuckin ball cap
Cause you know I spit the truth
No printer all fax (facts)
Get the cash
We all chase it till we turning into ash
So I might as well embrace it I been hungry for the bag
Stomach growling but I'm eatin'
you don't have to do the math
This a different type of hungry
This a race, you getting lap
Double up
Crunching numbers just to get the 100s up
And I pick apart the pieces
Push the pack until it's fuckin crumbs
I ain't done enough
Prayed to god
That don't sum it up
100 songs a year
I run it back
Just to run it up
Pushin' heavy
Driving Steady
When you get the bag
It bring on enemies
All the homies rest in peace
Tryna hear the angels sing
Gotta make a couple hunnid
(before) 'for my people memories
Lately I'm going Godzilla
Sit on the top in a minute
Work through the wind in the winter
Struggled I gotta admit it
Popeye off the spinach
Even rocky not gon' hit em
And the police not gon pin em
Knock on wood that they don't get him
I be dancing with the devil
But I like that dirty blessing
I'm just prayin up to god
He don't make me learn my lesson
Pass the blunt like Rondo
Mary jane will stop the stressing
First I got a quarter pound
And then they finally got the message
I just jumped upon this shit
Like a groupie on a dick
I got trees and I got sticks
Tell me what you tryna get
Got it poppin like a pimple
On yo head like I'm a zit
You might need to cool down
From this heat I'm bouta spit
Boy been like a spam text
Always on they home screen
Catch the pack and pass it
Like I'm Manu Ginobili
If you wasn't fucking with me then
We can't be homies
Turn an 8th to 24
Bitch I feel like Kobe
Pushin' heavy
Driving Steady
When you get the bag
It bring on enemies
All the homies rest in peace
Tryna hear the angels sing
Gotta make a couple hunnid
(Before) 'for my people memories