Doley Bernays Blessed
[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 bitch
Cost of fame I want all this shit, if I'm not next then what you call this shit
Told my gang we gon all get rich, cause I keep dropping this flawless shit
Shit, I called this shit way back
Kano could've had me made back, shoutout my nigga 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 nigga turned star
Can't go back cause I came too far, roll my life and I gave you bars
Whats the odds, that a nigga 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
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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, bitch I called your ass 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 nigga still trappin more than he rap
And that [?] got back, with a new pac flow and bitch [?] me and 2pac know
2 Glock fours and do not fold, stack old bread til that money get mold
[Chorus]