Lyrics Ble$$ings ft. Ant Clemons and D Smoke - Ant Clemons , Vic Mensa

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through
We made it through

(Bongo By The Way)

I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church house
Blessings on blessings all on me
Blessings on blessings on me, me

I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church house
Blessings on blessings all on me
Blessings on blessings on me, me

I woke up early my born day
Oh what a blessing, to pass 27
When you from the Raq when your class was in session and
Niggas catch bullets like pass interception
I saw the depression in 4K
Watching my story play out in Chicago
Stressing my eyes low, should be in Norway
I had no tour dates then only court dates
I'm on my second gun case
Stacking lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay
It's like keeping my peace was disturbing my peace
Acting ludacris driving my blessings away
Meditations on if XXXtentacion had ever made it to an age
Old enough to write his wrongs and
Turn the page
Thankful life's been long enough to learn the way
I give all the praise to God, I heard em say
The devil's a lie, the devil's a lie
I used to write lyrics predicting I'd die
Alhumdillilah, I'm one with my god
My number is prime, we never divide
Providing my blessings to use, for the world
R.I.P. Juice
For every legend under 27 I'm forever flexing till I'm 72

I feel alive, I feel alive
Like I can breathe for the first time
I could've died so many times
I left my sins at the church house
Blessings on blessings all on me
Blessings on blessings on me, me

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through
We made it through

Here go that king talk
Watch how a king walk
All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk
These giants ain't seen nothing
Often, I find myself giving thanks, ay ay
A masterpiece god dipped in paint, ay ay
If you hold your breath till I lose, uh uh
I promise you'll pass out and faint
Don't hit your head, bitch you fed
Up off the ledge, off a bridge with no net
Hop off the jet in my future vision I would call collect
In my past when my dad was locked in the feds, but now
Still on Earth, but I see Heaven, uh
Sinning and talk to the reverend, uh
Word to my gang on the seven, uh
Thank god for these blessings
Super Good

We made it through
We made it through
We made it through
We made it through