No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Everyday bless the several people missing.
Tonight you're gettin' christened too, bless the mic, spit the truth,
There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news
Pray to god to bless you
Raised by a momma who, who
I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect
The only difference is it comes back, full effect
No, just put us on death row
Who has the right to bless me though?
My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.
Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze
Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave
My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.
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