Block My Blessings ft. MadMag

And I'm starting to think that I'm on my way, you can't block my blessings yeah yeah

Had a lot of long nights on a microphone tryna get my stress out yeah yeah

Better watch ya tone, who the hell you think you pressing yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'ma ride for my dawg right or wrong it ain't even a question yeah yeah yeah

And the pressure pile up when you on yo own, you ain't got nothing to show, and you can't pay bills

Addiction repeats in my family tree, now my mom's ashamed that I'm fucking with pills

Betrayal seems to be the common theme in my life, I got scars on my back you could feel

Five years in and they still look down on me and that's how the resentment built up

Keeping me head held high and my chest poked out, I ain't ever tail tucked

I'm nothing like you and you're nothing like me, don't even try to compare us

Came from the bottom of the bottom, some nights I ain't know if I'd find a way out

Had a little talk with the man in the mirror and I told him we'll make it I made him a vow