Badd Lucc - Blessings (Remix) lyrics

ft. Problem (Verse) Look at the road I done paved away It’s like three five four in a major way Roof crips on the roof and I’m payed to stay Ace of spades will spade and fella face is cased Loads of roads and hoes, but the dro wanna rule up Wanna gimme now, gotta hol’ up Price’s goin’ up like the throw up Mommy suicidal cuz the Phantom got the door up You ain’t neva seen gold wings on a double R All these rappers fiends leavin’ their kids at home with their mother But you still gotta suffer cuz yo shoes match yo other car?! Lock the spot to anotha broad? I’m just livin’, I don’t wanna war I’m just chillin’, I don’t wanna morph I’m in the buildin’, whachya runnin’ fo’? Closed mouth, whachya got it fo’? Ah, n***a, who’s the man to put yo head on a display? My Sensei say it’s sicker this way Start rap till I push mine Whole cart like a kush vine Run up with the bulls, I’m fully macked in the tri state And I ain’t even met this pain You’ll get it later, hater keep moving for the movers G’yall jackers, g’yall crackers, y’all crack heads just get in line Hard time fo’ a diamond lane n***a Hell to the illest, if you feel it put ‘em hells up f** yo hair, what ya scared of? So blessed but I’m so stressed They don’t like me, no checks But I’m built for the project More s** on the low tex Low sweats and the low jet White sand on the floor White ham by the door (Hook) I’m here fo’ a good time, not a long time, you know I I haven’t had a good time in a long time, you know I I’m way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed I’m way up, I feel blessed, way up, I feel blessed (Verse 2: Problem) You block, I’m knockin’, straight outta Compton Bout six years ago I was straight outta options Took the weight off my shoulders and put it in boxes Good skirs, send it to the multi herses Same time, 2.20 OG ounces Goin’ down to the third, meet weezy and bird sh** is all in with it, no part-time hustlin’ Need to rob the squad, all you bleed on the curve Straight out! I made it, I feel blessed, she on it, cuz I’m so fresh Spread ‘em on out, maximize yo hustle then you spread it all out Enough talkin’, all that tough talkin’ Have a Glock in yo mouth, get ya done while I’m sittin’ on my couch Stop telling me what I oughta say cuz I ain’t listening Now let me chill, sit back and watch my daughter play Go, aye, (stop the track! it’s yo girl, J, alright, bye) Back at it, always with the runnin’, I’mma track at it Find me backpackin’, dee have and the track jacket Ride packin’ in the meads, put it in the cadillac Rollin’ down century, real n***as mention me When they bring up whoeva’s runnin’ sh** Diamond lane be the government Arrogant and lovin’ it Boy, I lay yo b**h, it feel like a glove in it Hand me my oven mints It’s hot in the kitchen, in the hood I post Not just for grams, 28 grams Times 16, by the time my daughter 16 she’ll be in the Lamb (Hook)