Chidi Breezy - Blessings (Extended Version [Bonus Track])

Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah
I'm off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doing drugs no more
I really did it now I got it in my blood, woah, woah
I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah
You ain't really in them streets, you was probably with em
If you ain't really in them streets, then you was probably with em
Niggas hating, don't know why, but I probably hit em
And if you wanna tell me something, you should probably hit him, yeah yeah
Bread in my pockets, tryna save up for some forgies
If that bitch ain't calling, that don't mean she gon' ignore me
Oh no, no, lil' baby, I can't let you do it for me
Can't talk to these lil' bitches, they be fucking up my 4G
Bread in my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah
I've been stacking up my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah
Never fit in with the popular, woah, woah, woah
In my prime call me Optimus, woah, woah, woah
I got million dollar dreams
Million dollar things can turn to billion dollar things
My dawg was rolling up so he could boost his self-esteem
Hiding insecurities with marijuana leaf
And I know money ain't a thing
But I feel like LeBron, I need a million diamond rings
I'm just a kid that wants to make it out, I have a dream
I put it on my shoulders, then I ball out for the team
Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah
I'm off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doing drugs no more
I really did it now I got it in my blood, woah, woah
I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah
You ain't really in them streets, you was probably with em
If you ain't really in them streets, then you was probably with em
Niggas hating, don't know why, but I probably hit em
And if you wanna tell me something, you should probably hit him, yeah yeah
Bread in my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah
I've been stacking up my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah
Never fit in with the popular, woah, woah, woah
I don't see nobody stopping us, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Bread up in my pockets, but I hope it don't destroy me
My cousin got indicted for some shit that would destroy me
Beauty in the struggle, that's why everyone adore me
I got it on my lonely, ain't nobody do it for me
I be on it like usual
I was in the field, I be ballin' like Julio
Bitches in the club, runnin' high off the Julio
They ain't really feelin' me
Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah
Off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doin' drugs no more
Everybody wanna be my blood, woah, woah
I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah
If they ain't really in the streets, then you was probably with em
If you ain't really in them, you was probably with em
Them niggas hatin, don't know why, but I probably hit em
And if you wanna tell me somethin', you should probably hit him
Yeah, yeah

Written by:
Chidi Ukaga

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