Z-Ro - Wonder If I'm Blessed Lyrics
[Featuring: Chill, Wood][Talking]Dear Lord, this is your boy BamCan't nobody do what you done done GodOne of the ghetto graduates, three men in hereReady to deliver, number one, all they internal sinsOn pen and paper, and right now, they fin to letYou know how it is, it's a chance, God bless usAllah, you number one[Wood]Well it's my return, and I've been gone for too longI'm in a different state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zoneDemonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spotsSoaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spotsBag of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas ki's and let you weedThey jacking leaves for cake and cheese, I make the G's and you may believeShouldn't wish up on your clover leaf, wishing up on a starLosing my memory behind a bar, all I want is drank out the jarLocked in the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kiteTaking the back of my broad, pulling a candy Lac in my yardStrapped up talking back to you boys, I'm armed alarmed and informedAnd I'm hollin' on my own, for the rings to the pawnGotta pass up the coin, to the Tre where I was bornWood, and I'm hot as a fire place, in a eskimo's houseYou get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouthQuinbrown my hardest hood close to downtown, round for roundAnd pound for pound, I'm making you ***** boys bow down[Chorus]I've been waiting patientlyI wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still hereNiggas steady, hating meI wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still hereI've been waiting patientlyI wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still hereWhy does he forsaken meI wonder if a nigga's really blessed[Chill]It ain't my fault, my Lord please forgive me for staticBut I had that line in my T.V., and being broke and don't have itI'm playing a deadly game of chess, over rugers and vestsRide on hollow tips when I'm spitting, still into the fleshThug wounds got me paranoid, tattooed and scarredRunning away from the fraud, hiding behind tint in the carI'm blowing sweet after sweet, real niggas in her feel meSurrand wrapping the duffle bag, swang *****ing to bust meI'm bout my paper, my Lord please don't let it be in veinI got a son two little girls, and they got hustle in they veinKamikaze with an infrared, scoping my mindPuffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low on the groundSatellite shaking *****es, putting cameras on cordsPuff the yay and pass the weed, cause everybody love marijuanaI'ma slap for you nigga, two hundred fifty on concreteMoved patiently and silently, you dialing nigga[Chorus][Z-Ro]I watch my life pass me by, in the blink of an eyeAnother stick of fry, cause the regular weed no longer get me highPopping extasy like Aspirin, come down a nigga block blastingYou don't wanna meet that reaper nigga, you hoes come off my cash manI'm trying to keep it holy, this thug life keep calling my nameEvery now and then I take a loss, but see that's all in the gameLook at what you did to me, I'm free but I'm still living on lieEveryday it's one mo' murder, one mo' partna that dropI wonder if the sun shines on the other sideCause I bet my mama ain't seen a rainy day, since she diedI'm a living legend still in the flesh, automatic assault rifle and a vestCause my partnas try to put me to restSo I treat my pistol like a queen, as I fiend for the greenAnd I never put anyone before my *****, I'm jealous as I service my beamA murdering team, forgive me for my sins O'LordBut I'm trying to make it, cause this ghetto life is so hard[Chorus][Talking]
