Текст песни Blessed. - Conceptz

Wake up and I'm blessed
Wake up and Im blessed
Man somebody call the feds
I done murdered my regrets
I bodied my old body
I buried my flesh
Wake up and I'm blessed
Wake up and I'm blessed

If you don't feel the same you got the game wrong homie
Holy Ghost when they approach I got that flame all on me yea yea

Woke up this morning realized I'm blessed
Got lungs got air heartbeat wild loud in my chest
I ain't focused on the negative Im a true representative
I don't need the suit n tie or the coupe to drive opinions ain't relevant
I ain't stressing bout a bag see
What I got I never had some never get to the math
Why they cut his life in half Dont let em tell you you ain't nuthin what u do you do the best
We ain't doin nuthin less
Pull ya card like a ref stop that Nick foles when I drop back
We don't cut corners we live where they box at chop that serve it to ya aunts n ya moms
Thank God I am not that
I really thought money made you
And only dollar signs could save you
Now the devil plan disabled
No Cain I am able
100 bands for the halo
What they sellin you won't save though
Watch who sitting at ya table God love you this game don't

Wake up and I'm blessed
Wake up and Im blessed
Man somebody call the feds
I done murdered my regrets
I bodied my old body
I buried my flesh
Wake up and I'm blessed
Wake up and I'm blessed

If you don't feel the same you got the game wrong homie
Holy Ghost when they approach I got that flame all on me yea yea
All my homies say they see the change all on me
Holy Ghost when they approach I got that flame all on me yea yea

Surrounded by enemies
God at the centerpiece
Ain't no way to get to me
I know what I'm meant to be Strong in the ministry
Please don't remember me
Giving all the glory to God the Holy trinity
He washed all the sin in me bury My old body pray on them cold Memories
Pray for this whole industry Yahweh deliver me
Y'all way diminish me
Raps way to gimmicky Timothy Paul giving me all of that raw Wisdom
We stood in the hall flippin and Now I see Gods vision
Call me the mortician
Tell em I'm Gone fishing for Souls on a mission
They gave em a life sentence
We breakin em outta prison
We blessed
Ive been given a second chance
I don't need to whip the Benz or the rarri'
It don't matter who try me
Ima keep on smiling
So sorry just know that we mobbin no gotti
Talkin about my haters I spoke highly
Came up out that dirty water wildin
I just bodied my old body