I always tell them i am not talented, but truly blessed.
Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed
Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks
I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds
I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed
That's why i keep on going, because i know that i'm blessed
This flow so slow, i`m so slick,
No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic
I appreciate with jesus' offerings so i'm blessed
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
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