Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Like as if i didn’t know man
Pushing in my mama van
Pushing in my mama van
I put that shit on my man
He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,
She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada
Now he calling me baby mama
I try to tell them i'm one of the
Count your blessings as we're trisecting into cannibal subjective dissecting.
Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring
Secret society all we ask is trust
Mama hides me in the basement
So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,
Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
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