[ Featuring Blu, Sy Ari Da Kid ]
Yeah, we got the mortars in I'm comfortable like I got my feet on the
Ottoman cll the men in the world don't equal siree
The street behind me is that grown man talk So you might need some ID, I beg your pardon
The problem is you niggas will rather beg than bargain
Don't let your garden not hold water Cuz my flow always stolen more than the my
Phone charges Barack Obama, not Osama
I'm LeBron on Taco Tuesday, kinda Your Honor, no I don't respect judges
Cuz only God can judge and free the rest of us
Be blessed brother You probably won't be hot till next year
Like next summer Word, and we all know blacks the best colors
Cppreciated with nothing abbreviated We the greatest
Word, yeah Mic check, one two
Mic check, one two Yeah
Uh, wow, God is good, plate is full, paid in full
Paper mules, so much paper fill a pool Hill of full of this jealous ways, Los cngeles
Days Stay out the cage playing cool, we blessed
Out here in the west, did you hear my cassette?
I mean my compact disc Flipping them bomb wraps, I'm that shit
Lobbying concert, the Converse kid Spitting a long verse about all my blessings
I get dressed in every day when I'm naked Manifesting the most powerful collection of
What them dead presidents represent In every sin, heaven sent imagined
Buying a mansion, finding what you ask for Immediately after you ask for it
He granted you the answer to your questions While you was questing, when you was stressing
That's what I call blessings