Blessed

[Intro: DJ Drama]

To whom it may concern

How should we start this?

I guess it's long overdue that we speak

I mean who ever thought we'd be here?

It's fair to say you did

And I know we did

But the rest of them, they didn't believe

So many blessings, few sins here and there

What a motherfuckin' life we done lived

But yet, we still feel like we gotta show you niggas how it's done

[Hook]

Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex?

How can you love me after all these drugs?

How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you

Had to get that off my chest, oh, thank you

[Verse 1]

I just dropped a bag in the club off of nothin'

I just did it all for the love of the stuntin'

I was in the strip club, we was throwin' money

I was in the strip club, I was throwin' hundreds

I just got a phone call, said press five

If you wanna talk to 'em on the other side

Told them when we touched down on me, we gon' ride

Outchea we gon' have your name so alive

I just got a call from my girl, she trippin'

Talkin' that bullshit, I ain't tryna listen

Only thing I wanna hear 'bout is the money mission

I just heard another song 'bout a nigga wrist flickin'

That's what everybody say, nigga what you really gettin'?

One thing 'bout it, I don't owe no nigga

I'ma go hard, go soul, go realer

Shout out to the dope boys tryna get skrilla

I just want a hundred rings, Slick Ricky

I just want to reach a mil, two fifty

I just want to call the Lyft, come get me, yeah

To pull up and take off, my nigga 'cause we got to go

Roll up 'cause we got the smoke

Get high whenever we want

Specially when I'm feelin' down

I got my niggas around

Thank God  my niggas around

Thank God that liquor around

Dive in that liquor and drown

All of my niggas have pounds

Big homies the shit in the town

I get you hittin' the town

Never forgettin' the town

I been the shit in the town

'Fore I was shit in your town

Hop out the whip when I get in your town

And I'm dickin' the prettiest hoes

[Hook]

Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex?

How can you love me after all these drugs?

How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you

Had to get that off my chest, oh, thank you

[Verse 2]

I just got some pussy man, she was doin' magic

Baby got the gushy splash, hate to be graphic

I just bought some kush and man, it was fantastic

On the red carpet, nigga floatin' like Aladdin

Money stretchin', flippin' like aerobics and gymnastics

Nigga more focused than some bifocal glasses

Told Bully, please don't hit them with the plastic

Niggas on my team with the dealing' and the trappin'

We just want the rings and the women with the fashion

This is just a dream, boy, it wasn’t supposed to happen

Now I'm like a king, like I had you all clappin'

My nigga Dave bling, got the gold and the platinum

I could switch it up 'cause a nigga got the rose gold

Niggas switchin' up on a nigga that's a no, no

Got the stick in this bitch jumpin' like pogo

Never turnin' back, that's like fuckin' with my old hoes

Money in the bag that's just a nigga roll though

Don't we do it all for the dough though?

Don't you wanna ball like a pro though?

Think about it all while I'm dolo

She sendin' videos and the photos

Bustin' wide in the wide body photo

I'm tryna tell niggas they should know though

Shit movin' too fast, need slow mo

I feel like when Hugh Hef was young

Mansion, a few heifers come

Boy, I lost count of the tally

Move from the hills to the valley

No type of stylist can style me

Fuck with my robe, crown on my head

It fuck with my soul, fucked with my head

Where do I go when we leave here?

I talked to God, this what I said

[Hook]

Now tell me God, how can you love me after all this sex?

How can you love me after all these drugs?

How can I be the one to feel so blessed? Oh, thank you

Had to get that off my chest, oh, thank you

[Outro]

Don't we do it all for the dough though?

Think about it all while I'm dolo

Don't we do it all for the dough though?

(Yours truly)

Think about it all while I'm dolo

(Trigga, Drum)

Don't we do it all for the dough though?

Think about it all while I'm dolo

Don't we do it all for the dough though?

Think about it all while I'm dolo

(An open letter to whom it may concern)