Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blessings, artist - Cousin Stizz. Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blessings |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Uh-huh |
| Uh |
| Shh, keep it real, I’ma, uh |
| Ayy |
| I keep it real with my niggas |
| Smarten up, they go hard just to kill |
| Wide Pippen, you honor your pivot (Yeah, yeah) |
| You kept swangin' it |
| Formin' a |
| We was armed and involved |
| They keep jiggin' if we shuffle the car (Yeah, yeah) |
| Go hard in it |
| Lurkin' and doggin', got old friends you ain’t talk with, uh |
| Van Gogh couldn’t drew |
| You gotta watch every hood when you blue |
| They bangin' at you |
| Damn, the hood got you couped in a group, feel like a |
| Just to prove and to stand on your town when it’s on |
| It’s all |
| Hit my pains like I’ma beat it them all (Brrr) |
| But we ain’t seen 'em all |
| It kills that we can’t speak 'cause you’re gone |
| They hate to see these niggas tryin' to ball |
| What I peeped on that corner will get you right without charming |
| From the cement (Frrttt) |
| Flowers down the roads from the 'Raq |
| Either handlin' lungs, or I was movin' exotic, we wanted cars |
| Fast forward Charges, friends turned to songs (Yeah) |
| The more poppin' I get, the more this shit starts to hits |
| I came from walk in the, and then Monopoly hit |
| 'Cause they ain’t stoppin' the rain, they want us locked in the pit |
| Copped my momma some nice things, some minks and all kinda rings (Hey, hey) |
| For rappin' this shit, yeah |
| Word out, we ain’t out here showin' love |
| Told a lot for callin' on me cheerin' on |
| Half of my dawg got raided while the lecture goin' |
| We was in the trap, only thing we been livin' on |
| Keep it all blessings |
| Falls turnin' lessons |
| Falls all the stressin' (Yeah) |
| Eyes on the message |
| Keep it all blessings |
| Scars and the |
| Keep it all blessings |
| Beam me up, goin' far, see me there |
| Purple car, sippy cup |
| Friends finna link me up |
| Yeah, that’s my nigga from way back in the day |
| So if you play, I’ma have to back it out and then spray |
| That’s how we lay |
| I can’t say what done happened to me |
| To tell the truth, without the booth, I’d be a name on the grave |
| Damn, damn, uh |
| So praise the roof, I had the juice to go and pave all them ways, uh |