We Blessed

[Intro]

Uh

Jansport Check

Yeah

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]

Hop out the shadows and straight lead the race

Looking at the formation and I could read the play

On the guitar riff you in my paw prints

Big dog, don’t cross the middle again

Ringling Brothers should hire you suckas

A whole fish and minced garlic, you chicken McNuggets

Stop with all the surface rapping

Where would you be without fashion?

I see you taking shots at the captain

Cause I don’t ass kiss you be low average

When it comes this sport you ain’t my fabric

Patent leather rap bars that game don’t travel

Me? I’m coming straight from the gravel

Y3’s on, everyday [?]

Pro Tools love when I load something up

Underpaid really I did it for the love

No nomination or bottles mailed from Puff

And back to [?] yelling “pour me up”

I wonder what they got in the sake that make these rap niggas think they could stop me

That make these broke hoes think they could tax me

Fat in the ass cheeks, you need you a athlete

Me, I’m thug that skipped class

Supreme bag, Ipad, a little cash

I do this for Phil when I feel bad

That was my nigga for real

Uh, you think I give a fuck about a fashion nova?

I kick her out as soon as I’m done fucking on her

I’m sick like bronchitis and stuffy noses

Buy her a dozen roses pull off with the chauffeur

AK gon laugh when he hear this smash

He know my shit real and I hate to brag

They think I’m solo but I got the wham

I put that on Crenshaw and Vernon Ave, we blessed

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]

This shit working out better than we planned it out

In France only french I know is don't panic

Coming heavy handed open palm like Nip at the staples

Walk into [?] and spot and drop 10 on the table

Big whip the leather soft like a kiss from an angel

Man this niggas disabled all deception and fables

[?] knew shit since I crept through

In ‘92 on real had a nine like [?]

You was in your hometown and let them niggas press you

Teaching niggas how to move, I might invest in a school

And you know I snap like a model next to a pool

She let me get her in trouble

It was cold in ATL, I went and copped the gucci bubble

Player coach with my niggas plottin’ in a huddle

It’s a victory, a landslide

Lit like a flashlight

Keeping the fam right, yall playing from the backfire

[Outro]

For the love

For the love, for the love

For the love

Just for the love

Hit Boy

For the love

Dom Kennedy

For the love

Just for the love

Dollar sign

Courtesy of Half-A-Mil

Yeah

Stacking money to the ceiling

You a lame so you wouldn’t know the feeling

Stacking money to the ceiling

You lame so you wouldn’t know the feeling

For the love

Mixed by [?]