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Used to want the rollie and a yatch Prayin’ while the lame all flop Now I need the trophie in a box Grammy with the family off top Used to want a baddie on me Still got a baddie on me Now I need the hundreds all clean Matter fact one more thing Still manifesting Counting all these blessings Still manifesting Counting all these blessings I’m still manifesting Counting all the blessings I’m still manifesting Counting all the blessings Stains on my shirt 8 years old Heat wouldn’t work nights stay cold Story like this ain’t been told Midest when im written this shit gold Now the labels on hold Just apply the pressure everythang gon fold Do it from the soul but this shit aint sold Remind in ‘11 when I met J.Cole Nigga had the chain with the buzz cut Rapping bout the hoes but a nigga knew whats’s up What’s what Try to play the game for a pay cut End up in the lane trinadad james takes up Navigating life through the bullshit This shit light watch me empty out the full clip Bred for this shit dog, like a full pit When I lay verse watch em feel it in the pullpit Back to a dollor and a dream IG hoes aint really what they seem I tried to tell my niggas even had to intervene Can’t be tricking of your quala on another niggas queen My bad This shit just got me so mad Flipped it the visions I had Word to the shit on my hat Used to want the rollie and a yatch Prayin’ while the lame all flop Now I need the trophie in a box Grammy with the family off top Used to want a baddie on me Still got a baddie on me Now I need the hundreds all clean Matter fact one more thing Still manifesting Counting all these blessings Still manifesting Counting all these blessings I’m still manifesting Counting all the blessings I’m still manifesting Counting all the blessings