John Porché - Blessed

Bitch I'm blessed
I use to stress at first
Now i bleed the verse
This my baddest worst
Aye bitch I'm blessed
I did my cleanest dirt
And my deepest hurt
Cuz ima piece of work

I need my piece of a piece of a piece
These streets seek the weak then feast
I can't say you are what you eat
Ak pasta make'em leak
9meal m's with a switch
Graveyards come with a twist
A Vic or a trick or a click or infinite entrances enter inner of intricate kits worked with a hulk fist and a hit list
A slit wrist don't stop shit
Shot don't miss
Who gon risk
Do all this and don't come up
Lose all this and not one up
Or thumb up or lung up or run up the most
And rock with the boat of the Holy Ghost ona coast
Sending a toast to ops and collateral caught in plot
Dodging the box the judge the cops the corrupt the snakes the hugs the hate the mugs including the love the doves that die
That scorched my eyes and lowered my high
All of my pride i set aside realize hells alive

Bitch I'm blessed
I use to stress at first
Now i bleed the verse
This my baddest worst
Aye bitch I'm blessed
I did my cleanest dirt
And my deepest hurt
Cuz ima piece of work

I showed up first
Covered in dirt
Only do stars don't do church
Only numbers don't have to search
Still gotta lurk on business
All by myself ina chair i feel blessed
All by myself and figure the test
Duck the rest
Tuck the best and speaking less
Don't need to flex i stick to myself-
Stick to my guns don't care how they play it
This what I'm doing don't care what you saying
Bless be the man who knows his worth
Bless be the man who can use the curse
To work his advantage and manage the turf
To all the eyes and conquer the earth
Painting my wings and doing my dirt
This is a flex they never know
This is a place they never go
To the soul of gaia and titans
Mix with a triton huh
See the water is deep as space
Watch for the numbers appear ona face
It's only a riff before it erase
Outta matrix i gotta escape

Bitch I'm blessed
I use to stress at first
Now i bleed the verse
This my baddest worst
Aye bitch I'm blessed
I did my cleanest dirt
And my deepest hurt
Cuz ima piece of work

Pray for me
Pray for me

Written by: John Spears and Tatynisha Michelle Anderson Graham

Written by:
John Spears

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