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doley bernays – blessed lyrics

[verse 1]
lord knows i got more flows, i’m the king and your boss know
shine bright in this kush smoke, labels look for that lost glow
i just look where it cost low, son grown i need more clothes
rap ain’t paying these bills right now, imma flow with these pills right now
bossed up in too trill right now, give a f-ck how you feel right now
cause i’m too high in these offices, rap done lost me one bossed up b-tch
cost of fame i want all this sh-t, if i’m not next then what you call this sh-t
told my gang we gon all get rich, cause i keep dropping this flawless sh-t
sh-t, i called this sh-t way back
kano could’ve had me made back, shoutout my n-gga k used to stay strapped
but my dog got locked free him asap, 10 jesus pieces we praise that
pray to duck where they raid at, f-ck hoes we don’t save that
nah, and these magazines like hah, drug dealing n-gga turned star
can’t go back cause i came too far, roll my life and i gave you bars
whats the odds, that a n-gga like me, would be up on mtv
i gotta thank god for the mpc, boy we runnin 5 racks for mpp
thank mpg
it’s been a long time coming, been a long time coming
chasing my dreams and i won’t stop running, shooting for the stars and i won’t stop gunning
flow too cold and that boy too cunning, and i won’t stop stunting
make her praise god when i bring my drums in

[chorus](x2)
amen, church ho, amen, church ho
amen, church ho, man they say i’m blessed like these church folk

[verse 2]
truth be told i’m tired of ya’ll, money eats pain like tylenol
they want my flow my style and all, when they was trying to get money i was trying to ball
top just us i ain’t trying to fall, can’t see that i’m stevie
just in case they didn’t believe me, imma blow up make it look easy
i scream church ho, amen, i’m the one they put faith in
look i’m bout to be famous, i was on the route to that state pen
four pounds and two pistols, molly water drop crystals
got me all in my feelings, b-tch i called your -ss cause i missed you
ain’t ashamed to say i got issues, f-ck you shorty i’m workin
hand me baby i grinding, don’t ask what label i’m signing
i got a&r’s on my back, execs need some new tracks
need a mil off this project, i done run through racks on my track
i got on and never looked back, now i make songs i used to cook crack
phil got pounds off in that sack, cause a n-gga still trappin more than he rap
and that [?] got back, with a new pac flow and b-tch [?] me and 2pac know
2 glock fours and do not fold, stack old bread til that money get mold

[chorus]

- doley bernays lyrics

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