Lyrics Blessed - Jered Sanders, Derek Minor

Blessed

Hey W, you a fool for this one, homie
Yo, this sound like, like elevator trap music
on the boards
Real hope-hop circa 1985, baby
Trying not to do too much, man, but
Elevator trap sound like the new wave, don’t it?
Yo, I done had a long, hard road, gotta get
'Bout a billy on the check
Going silly, caught a milly on the neck
Big Willy on the net
Gordon Liddy in my city, I’m a vet
My committee on the jet, you the best
Budapest, Nuba guest to the left
If you hating on the flex
I’mma take it you in debt, pay respect
They regret every minute they ain’t put me on they playlist
Now I’m flying to they city on the spaceship
Ay, I ain’t had a dollar, homie, not a grip
I ain’t had a lot of things, homie, I could jot a list
Fresh Js, groovy chick, press play, groovy with
Movie scripts, tooly grip, newly picked, ooh he spit
I had to come from the bottom
But God’s Son told me, «Boy you a problem
But in the city where it’s dark nights
You gon' be a light up in Gotham»
And keep the fight up 'til they bright up the problem
And we invite 'em, homie, right out of Sodom, Gomorrah
And back to Zion, we supply 'em new life in the Torah
A bloody massacre for lots of passengers, restorer
'Cause if it wasn’t for that rugged cross
Everybody running lost, homie, ah
Gotta thank God every morning
Though they tryna cut me off
I be lifting my opponent, I’m so
Blessed
Coming back, nah I don’t want it
Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so
Blessed
Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so
Blessed
I’m so
Blessed, yo, yo
They say that I don’t rap 'bout Jesus enough
But Jesus ain’t rap about himself, so what?
My homies are confused this out of the church
They say they talk about grace but they don’t match they words
Like Jesus wouldn’t have called out racists
Stood flat-footed and said it to they faces
I’m about action, I don’t judge what you saying
Plus talk is cheap, so pay me in blue faces
I’m starting to think that you don’t love me
Some salt of the earth tryna slug me
Hate that I keep it real, they wanna hush me
But when I’m telling the truth, don’t interrupt me
It was cool when I was waving my fingers at drug dealers
It’s a problem when I say that them dealers in God’s image, yeah
Thought that we was family, maybe I’m tripping
Starting to look like the heroes becoming villains
Gotta thank God every morning
Though they tryna cut me off
I be lifting my opponent, I’m so
Blessed
Coming back, nah I don’t want it
Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so
Blessed
Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so
Blessed
I’m so
Blessed, yo, yo
God is a general
He uttered a word and He counted the minerals
The body is pitiful
A lot of it’s folly, a lot of it’s cynical
I’m jotting a visual
We not even jolly, it’s criminal
We try to copy and not an original
We kinda funky and not even biblical
Looking for minimal syllable lyrical miracles, eh
Little is spiritual, eh
Gimme the pinnacle, send me the digital, maybe the physical
Wanna be visible up in the biggest arenas
You’ve got a part in the genius
All of the pride is egregious
Not even hollering «Jesus!»
Ay, I’m in the zone
I might never get a Grammy just to put my people on
Probably pick a iller beat to get the heathens gone
Then I teach 'em secrets
Then I’m preaching Jesus 'til the demons gone
Holy, holy, holy from a stance
Used the underhand for the upper hand
See my dog catch a body, call it Son of Sam
Flip that celly, call up Papi, do the shmoney dance
God told me «Sonny, don’t play the odds
You don’t gotta stray, why you play the fraud?
Now you gotta pray, you don’t play the dog
You ain’t gotta worry, you the man of God»
Gotta thank God every morning
Though they tryna cut me off
I be lifting my opponent, I’m so
Blessed
Coming back, nah I don’t want it
Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so
Blessed
Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so
Blessed
Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so
Blessed
I’m so
Blessed
«Mmmm»
«Come on, Bishop!»
«Mmmm»
«Yeah»
«Mmmm, mmmm»
«Listen»
«Let it go, let--»