Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blessed With A Gift, artist - Ghetts. Date of issue: 26.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blessed With A Gift |
| You know what? |
| Can’t ever put price on talent |
| I’ve been blessed with a gift |
| I’m in a different league, like I should be next to Madrid |
| I does this man |
| Real talk |
| Success is a must |
| But how can I blow when I’m still screaming «Fuck feds, I’m a thug» |
| They look at me like I’m just a rough-neck in cuffs |
| My wrists hurts |
| But ain’t shit worse than a strip search |
| I wish I weren’t disturbed |
| I can’t count how many times I’ve been arrested |
| And undressed for drug slots |
| Niggas wanna burn my young flesh with slugs |
| That’s real talk but God showed me an escape route |
| I’ve been blessed with a gift like |
| I know you’re getting my drift |
| This is great proof, stay tuned |
| Visualise my pain like a face wound |
| The game’s doomed when I breakthrough |
| Because I ain’t groomed |
| What you see is what you get |
| Try and tame whom? |
| I’m a straight goon |
| Still, I’ll be on base soon |
| Last I was seen was the feature on K’s tune |
| I’ve mastered, it seems |
| Because I’m eager to make moves |
| I’ve been blessed with a gift |
| I know what I’m worth |
| So, I couldn’t care less what your estimate is |
| Even the best in the biz can’t question the kid |
| I put my heart in it, flesh and my ribs |
| It’s a new era |
| So, the crew better do better |
| Mic check, one-two, I’m the new fella |
| Cold like flu weather |
| No lies, I’m a truth teller |
| And the truth is, I’m too clever |
| Who you trying to outsmart? |
| Man, I’ll do this like you never |
| So, who you trying to outstar? |
| I can outlast anybody |
| At first, I outlast |
| Then I’ma take it further than our charts |
| I’ma take it further than Outkast |
| And outclass anybody, clown hard |
| Far-fetched or not, you can’t reject my plot |
| Start and never stop in the past |
| I never clocked the art of getting watched |
| From television, you can sell a million |
| But still, stars, they ever flop |
| Because they only go half way like a belly-top |
| And when they gone |
| You never miss 'em like a berry |
| I’ve been blessed with a gift |
| I know what I’m worth |
| So, I couldn’t care less what your estimate is |
| Even the best in the biz can’t question the kid |
| I put my heart in it, flesh and my ribs |
| The scene’s all fucked up |
| Some scheme on the old team like dope fiends |
| And the dream’s all fucked up |
| It’s not like it’s been all 'hush, hush' |
| Rumors spread, get flicked |
| We mix, then move the head |
| Wise work never die first, use your head |
| Why should I lose my cool over useless threats? |
| Once upon a time, you was blessed |
| Now look at him and look at me |
| And tell me who’s depressed |
| I’ve moved ahead |
| No looking back |
| This is what I’m looking at |
| A nice figure deal with my signature put in black |
| Fountain pen, then I’m out with the album |
| No specific date but I’m bound to be clowning |
| I’ve worked so hard |
| And I remember when I weren’t so large |
| I used to ask how I’m sounding |
| My confidence was low like knee caps |
| So, the road showed me the feed back |
| I need that |
| I’ve been blessed with a gift |
| I know what I’m worth |
| So, I couldn’t care less what your estimate is |
| Even the best in the biz can’t question the kid |
| I put my heart in it, flesh and my ribs |
| So, go ahead |
| Put a price on that |
| Ghetto |
| Best in the UK |
| Fuck what you heard |
| Movement |