BLESS (feat. Bk Bakari)

Hold up, Ghia nigga Get the f*ck out of here Huh Yeah Am with the gang gotta flex I ain't got no time for the stress God is screaming out Bless Yea, ugh When am with the gang gotta flex Ugh I ain't got no time for the stress Nah God is screaming out bless Yea F*ck a bitch on to the next Ugh I got my foot on their necks Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea Check out my feet checks usitetemeke better say it with your chest Huh When am with the gang gotta flex Ugh I ain't got no time for the stress Nah God is screaming out bless Yea F*ck a bitch on to the next Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea Check out my feet checks usitetemeke better say it with your chest Thug life Makavelli, but I ain't got no tats on the belly Mama still praying day and night just to see me shining on the teli Rocking on Louie and Levi Bumblebee talk about Chevy For my city am bringing it heavy And for the fam imma take you to heaven brethren I was just chilling in the bando thinking my future high off life Meditating like a Buddhist why the hell pussy ass niggas wanna kill all my hype Took the L out of Learn now am in the field jus earning my stripes Bk, Wesley Snipes, came with an AK you came with a knife When am with the gang gotta flex Ugh I ain't got no time for the stress Nah God is screaming out bless Yea F*ck a bitch on to the next Ugh I got my foot on their necks Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea Check out my feet checks usitetemeke better say it with your chest Hah When am with the gang gotta flex Ugh I ain't got no time for the stress Nah God is screaming out bless Yea F*ck a bitch on to the next Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea I got my foot on their necks Yea Check out my feet checks usitetemeke better say it with your chest Hahaha Young Nigga Came from the bottom, straight to the top just like a 4-wheeler Competition ain't real so you know I had to stay realer Up all night go get it you know imma go getter You know I'm a go-getter My swag be cooler than ice Aye Taking my time Am precise Aye I just keep rolling the dice waiting for God to turn off the lights But until then I don't even wanna pretend Niggas fake snakes in the grass man I don't even wanna be friends Cut it short or burn it all where's the smoke I want it all Yea Aye Real killers o my catalogue Yea Aye Pussy nigga you not involved Yea It's my niggas up on this so you already know what it is