Cup Runneth Over

Yea this life I wouldn’t change it for Ain’t nothin I would trade you for Yea I’ll do it again This life I wouldn’t change you for Ain’t nothin I would trade it for And I’ll do it again Thank you, Thank you, Thank you I never lost faith, I remain forever grateful Thank you, Thank you, Thank you For the love, for the hate, now the estate is paid in full Thank you , Thank you , Thank you No raindrop falls in the wrong place, oof Thank you , Thank you , Thank you Jesus Christ for discernment, I been cutting out cancers, like I’m in tune with St. Jude If you wondering why you ain’t heard from me, I got 99 problems just like you but there’s really no concerns here Yea this life I wouldn’t change it for Ain’t nothin I would trade you for Yea I’ll do it again This life I wouldn’t change you for Ain’t nothin I would trade it for And I’ll do it again Follow me through odyssey, dichotomies from gutters to the colosseums Prophecies was made for us Water was never in a bottle It was either out the hose or the faucet Now these blessings runneth over the cup If we ain’t did it then we 'bout to You say get em then I got em Regardless of the problem Yea it’s over and done & failures not an option My way or highway robbery I’ve counted all my losses and they’ve been a come up Raise a cup Lighters up Let it flame And we pray Pour some champagne on ya tongue It’s like a damn campaign the way I stepped in the race now a nigga runnin' s##t, Matter fact I’m on track, motherf##ker what's a lap to a marathon, Angels on my back and I got the front The way smoke blowin' like we lettin off steam The way the drank pourin like we got a ring Everything flowing like it’s meant to be If you around me everybody eats Seen too many that had to leave Pourin out for the lost and the casualties May we turn shit into sugar like alchemy and make masterpieces Raise a cup Lighters up Let it flame & we pray Pour some champagne on ya tongue It’s like a damn campaign the way I stepped in the race now a nigga runnin shit, Matter fact I’m on track, motherfucker what's a lap to a Marathon, Angels on my back and I got the front Checkin' off my lists Gotta rid this chip on shoulder I forgive, won’t forget Always remember where I come from I’m the man, the myth, the legend Beauty in the eye of beholder Countin' reasons to live—too many to let it be over Written By: D'Marrea Mikal Steed (D.Steed)