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blessed - derek king lyrics

[intro]
reece, take ’em to church

[verse 1: derek king]
it wasn’t too long when i needed some pocket change
when you ain’t got no money, how you supposed to save?
i told my mama that i got her to the grave
ever since i got that check ain’t nothing been the same
now all these hoes getting closer (let’s go)
fake n*ggas come around for exposure
i been cutting ’em off, still haven’t told ’em
n*ggas got my first chain from a hold up
i bounce back like a soldier
ever since i got a rollie, i love to tell time
i heard you n*ggas dissing from the grave, huh?
every time i do a show they know it’s game time (yes sir)
i need my back end or we don’t slay nothing
i done cut models off, because they basic (come on)
i cannot take you serious if you can’t take d*ck (nah)
i been goin’ apesh*t in a sp*ceship
these b*tches calling my phone, like we still dating
this life i live amazing

[chorus: derek king]
i spent two gs in a week (let’s go)
yeah, god done blessed me (let’s go)
all my shoes bleed underneath (let’s go)
yeah, god done blessed me (woah)
push to start, no need for a key (let’s go)
yeah, god done blessed me (let’s go)
you n*ggas can’t believe what i seen
yeah, god done blessed me (blessed me)

[verse 2: likybo]
look, god been blessing me
like the raven, so i ain’t stressing
n*ggas snuck up in this b*tch with a weapon
heard they was checkin’ n*ggas
came up off jugg and finessing, now i’m progressing
i keep it coolie and move with this toolie for them aggressive n*ggas
i been on my sh*t might take your b*tch, better get your thot
bruh came in with stick, i came in with sticks, send you to god
i’m in my section with this thick b*tch from texas
if you thinkin’ i’m that n*gga, b*tch you guessed it, bet aggressive
we text we sending n*ggas a message soon as they pop out
never had no drive to go check in for me to clock out
the b*tches tryna come f*ck with me and suck me since n*ggas hot now, ay
we used to pray for this sh*t, look what we got now
why try? they know i’m connected like the wifi
bangin’ out the window, get low, drive by
beat it like i’m kimbo, you know, knock out
pull up in the window, your hoe, hop out

- derek king lyrics

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