8ight ft. Izzo Lyrics

I'm a blessing in disguise

I get so high see heavens gates

Yeah

Ooouuuu, Yeah

It's Texaco

I close my eyes

Just so I can't see the hate

Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise

I get so high see heavens gates

I'm in traffic do the dash

They say I should've been racer

I take two cups and pour a four

I swear my cup look like a Laker

Rest in Peace to Kobe

I'll send them youngins' on the break

They spend the block just like Ginobli

He say hard as me

Well nigga gotta show me

I'm tryna ball out with my team

We need a trophy

I just poured my last four

But this ain't March madness

My Momma telling me to quit

I gotta real a habit

I told that hoe to give me throat

I heard she real nasty

Home Depot say the tired of us

We bought up all the ratchet

The freshest nigga when I wake up

This a different fabric

Every time I hit the booth

Swear it's a fucking classic

They saying I'm going big

Bitch, I say I go Jurassic

I'm high as fuck on 85

I got the music blasting

Two grams of Gary Peyton in my woods

But you'll never see me pass it

Investigators in my hood

These niggas telling on they family

She sold her soul for some designer

She wanna fuck me for some fashion

They throwing dirt all on my name

You need a shovel just to find it

I can't trust a soul

I keep that FN right bedside me

I can't trust these hoes

Especially if that bitch childish

Stack it up and count it

I gotta keep the money piling

Fucking up the summer

They say them young niggas be wilding

I close my eyes

Just so I can't see the hate

Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise

I get so high see heavens gates

I'm in traffic do the dash

They say I should've been racer

I take two cups and pour a four

I swear my cup look like a Laker

Rest in Peace to Kobe

I'll send them youngins' on the break

They spend the block just like Ginobli

He say hard as me

Well nigga gotta show me

I'm tryna ball out with my team

We need a trophy

Lil homie can't stay out of traffic

He said it ease his mind

They thought he was

Running around just thuggin'

Whole time he had a grind

I got really money issues

I can't waste no time

I bought some Cartiers

Just to read between the lines

If the bitch act broke

Then I really can't even have her

No matter if she fine

I'm all on 85 south

I ain't DC but I get Fly

I'm a rapper I break hearts

Even though that's just her type

I can hit up Bull right now

And get it sent straight overnight

Like I forgot my alphabet

Cause all I know is F&N

That boy right there

You better Ask about em'

He going in

I can make one call to boozer

And have them youngins' spin again

For every bitch i ever had

Ion' want em' back I need your friend

I close my eyes

Just so I can't see the hate

Yeah, I'm a blessing in disguise

I get so high see heavens gates

I'm in traffic do the dash

They say I should've been racer

I take two cups and pour a four

I swear my cup look like a Laker

Rest in Peace to Kobe

I'll send them youngins' on the break

They spend the block just like Ginobli

He say hard as me

Well nigga gotta show me

I'm tryna ball out with my team

We need a trophy