ScHoolboy Q - Blessed Lyrics
[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]What it’s like for a nigga like meLivin’ out his backpack every night needin’ a new place to sleepBut this is now, nigga!Ones for the money, two for the *****esThree to get ready cause I feel I finally did itFour’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finishedTurn that mother*****er to a criticMan, I got so much shit up on my plate dawgI was hangin’ on them corners latePockets wasn’t straight, *****I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawgKnow what I’m sayin’?Nigga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a niggaI know the world got more problems and it’s much biggerBut I figured, I’d get some shit up off my chestTo all my niggas I would die forLoad my pistol up, go out and war forTo all my niggas that’ll never make it out the streets***** it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weakTo all my niggas first time steppin’ in the penRead a book and exercise, keep your spirit inTo all my niggas that’s gon’ ***** around and die todayTake our hats off, bow our heads and let us prayJust wanna say[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my niggaReally think about it, could be worse my niggaDon’t stress my nigga, yes my niggaWe all blessed my nigga[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]Now how the ***** I’m ‘posed to say this?You see, my nigga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughterI grip her harderKiss her on the head as I cry for a bitThinkin’ of some bullshit to tell him, like“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”Well, ***** that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, ***** it, then I’m ridin’!You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn’t stick aroundTold myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a *****in’ foolTo be livin’ by the street rules***** police tattoos, that happens when you ditch schoolBut anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brahRemain’ solid brahKeep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it brahA nigga proud of ya’Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needsWe the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke treesSee how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son[Hook][Bridge: Ab-Soul]And you ain’t gotta shed no tearI’ll be everywhereAnd I’mma always be right hereI ain’t forgot those yearsI’ll be everwhereBut I’mma always be right here[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]Livin’ in a premature place – waitNever grow to see the pearly gates – breakEvery time a bullet detonate – datesOf obituary carry crates of a scary pictureWith a family member that relate to yaIn December you was finna pin another caseOn your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safeAs the record spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertainEvery pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brainRecognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block againThat’s because the minute after you had moved you would be slainOpen up another chapter in the book and read ‘gainStory of a gun-clapper really tryna make a changeEverybody ain’t (blessed my nigga)Yes, my nigga, you’re blessedTake advantage, do your best, my niggaDon’t stress, you was granted everything inside this planetAnything you imagine, you possess, my niggaYou reject these niggas, that neglect, your respectFor the progress of a baby step, my niggaStep, step my niggaOne, two, skip, skipBack, back, look both waysPull it off the hipBlast at anybody say that you can’t flipThis crack into rap music every other zip is a trackGet used to it, get it off quickCome back, give back to the city you’ve builtThat’s that, don’t trip, see money, ***** niggas, dawgIt ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of ***** niggas dawgIn a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all[Hook]
