Ble$$ings

We made it through We made it through We made it through, oh We made it through, oh Bongo by the way I feel alive, I feel alive Like I can breathe for the first time I could've died so many times I left my sins at the church house Blessings on blessings all on me Blessings on blessings on me, me I feel alive, I feel alive Like I can breathe for the first time I could've died so many times I left my sins at the church house Blessings on blessings all on me Blessings on blessings on me, me I woke up early my born day Oh, what a blessing to pass twenty-seven When you from the 'Raq when your class was in session And niggas catch bullets like pass, interception I saw the depression in 4K Watching my story play out in Chicago Stressing, my eyes low, should be in Norway I had no tour dates, then only court dates I'm on my second gun case, stacking lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay It's like keeping my peace was disturbing my peace, acting ludicrous, driving my blessings away Meditations on if XXXTentacion had ever made it to an age Old enough to right his wrongs and turn the page Thankful life's been long enough to learn the way I give all the praise to God, I heard 'em say "The devil's a lie, the devil's a lie" I used to write lyrics predicting I'd die Alhumdillilah, I'm one with my god My number is prime, we never divide Providing my blessings to use, for the world R.I.P. Juice For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexing 'til I'm seventy-two I feel alive, I feel alive Like I can breathe for the first time I could've died so many times I left my sins at the church house Blessings on blessings all on me Blessings on blessings on me, me We made it through We made it through We made it through, oh We made it through, oh Here go that king talk Watch how a king walk All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk These giants ain't seen nothing Often, I find myself giving thanks, ayy-ayy A masterpiece god dipped in paint, ayy-ayy If you hold your breath 'til I lose, uh-uh I promise you'll pass out and faint Don't hit your head, bitch, you fed Up off the ledge, off a bridge with no net Hop off the jet, in my future vision, I would call collect In my past when my dad was locked in the feds, but now Still on Earth, but I see Heaven, uh Sinning and talk to the reverend, uh Word to my gang on the seven, uh Thank God for these blessings Super Good We made it through We made it through We made it through, oh We made it through, oh