Lyrics Illy Bomaye - Illbliss

I appreciate, I really do
From my heart yeah
Your time will come
But for now weather the storm
Appreciate where your blessings come from
You wrote me off tryin′ to put the boy in the coffin
Said I wasn't worthy of these accolades and recognition
Sort of like, I lost the keys to my ignition
So I up-wire the whole shit and kept the car moving nigga
Fate of the furious, every step miraculous
Every step directed by the most high I′m curious
How I'm still here dropping bangers back to back
How I turn my back in the midst of backstabbers
I learnt a lot of lessons
Counting every single blessing
Never stressing over basic shit, I'm on my fifth album
Feels like a youngin′ with the soul of a veteran
Way better than black-belter
Twelve damn
The flow marchallant
All I do is spit
Poisonous that
Do the maths
While I sit on top of charts
Never been in a greater zone
Just wanna be left alone with my thoughts
Might come across IBO version of Rick Ross
Slight semblance with Biggie Smalls
And so they say
This is the day that the struggle and the hustle pay off
I′m in a different spirit
Trap lamba cultural a nigga got killing
I tell my nigga Suspect we still gon' make it
Made a couple mistakes and blunders and this Quizzy business
But its all good ′cause when you look back at all the greatness
You say God i thank you I'm grateful
Illybomaye
I appreciate
I really do
From my heart
Always giving in my very best
′Till they let me down to rest eternally
I've been ahead first mentally
Then financially
Had to pick the locks to the game
Found my lane so I stayed in it
Fuckin′ king at it
Stop signing artists for a minute
It never ends how it started
I wish you luck
Make it on your own
Nobody knows how you make it regardless
Just make it
'Cause the end justifies the means
Counting my greens
No drums, no percussions
I'm just here dropping knowledge in and out of college
Soak it in, show courage if your mind and your soul permit
So many humans turn reptiles I fight the vomit
Still sane in the land of the mad
I jot it down with a pen and a pad
The times type of my phone
Toss the stone If your hand′s cleaner
Still a breadwinner trying to buy a few more ovens
You get me right
That′s it.