SDC - BLESSED ARE THE WEAK

ŚDC
Uhh huh
Got a image I ain't really been giving two shits about
Got a Bitch tryna pick my brain
Before she let a nigga put it in her mouth
She like my bop
Alright boy
Really it's just the juice
Really it's just the juice in you huh
Mean while I'm over here
Thinking of the huminah humminah humminah
Bitch shut it up
I don't really care I already know that I got what it takes
I already know who I am and I don't need,
Embracement from you Anyways
Who said you was supposed to be joining my team
(Joining my)
Last time I checked who said forever with you and me
My girl you was suppose to be a kill and delete
Oh You ain't know
Tar got the tittle
Concrete got the lease
Belongs to the streets
Shhhh don't make a peep
I keep it lower than a squeak
Bust a couple moves this week
No time to flick on tv
Or worry to flick off panties
Blessed are the weak
For that lil Pussy
They don't gotta mind shit
Damn
They ain't worried about getting they pockets lined
With bread
Don't care about the next generation
Blessed are the weak
It Is what it is
We all know
But where in that lyes the admission that it'll never be
Lord grant me the serenity
Comfort my head when I rest to sleep
When I rise
Help as I channel ambitions that rest in me
Block any bozo tryna get best a me
Slow me down if arrogance start to get the best of me
I just wanna spit some shit that they can resonate
Now a days ain't asking favors rather go and delegate
Guide me to make the right moves
The enemy is testy these Trials they fellowship
But I don't wear pampers so I cant dwell in shit
Kicking some bad habits now they relics man
Going off tangent trynna share the recipe
Look
How to get the huminah humminah humminah
Look start with the GM text
Promise little goodies next
Pay for the breakfast
Bring it up just don't stress it
When you touch better flex It up
(When you touch better flex it up)
Now go head sit up
I already donated my rib
So I can't do no attached by the hip with this shit
Quick with the wits stay on my tip
Stand on my ten
Wait
Y'all step on the beat but me I treat that shit like a run down
And we doing this sun up sun down
Watchu mean now watchu come round
My girl still ain't peep
That you was suppose to be a kill and delete
You ain't know
Tar got the tittle
Concrete got the lease
Belongs to the streets
Shhhh don't make a peep
I keep it lower than a squeak
Bust a couple moves this week
No time to flick on tv
Or worry to flick off panties
Blessed are the weak
Blessed are the weak
Blessed are the weak
For that little cookie

Written by:
Shandre Chambers

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