| Yeah, I got it!
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| You like the way I play the cards I deal, yeah!
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| You like how I came up and stabbed myself, huh?
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| All that shit I said on my tapes, niggas feel, huh?
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| Gotta keep lose it, gotta turn it into wealth, huh
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| You like how I go hard and never fail, huh?
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| You like how I stay down and left the world up?
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| I sold out, judge about a sale'
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| I’m a heavy way, judge them about the scales, huh!
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| My name ring bells, plus it sale tickets
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| As I push passed these thousands to these mill tickets
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| Hey niggas, get some bread, you gonna feel different!
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| And you can feel me, for looking at the world different.
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| All black kids all trapped in
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| All waiting on the day that we could back in
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| All black Benz with the black tan
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| This 90 worth something, nigga, that’s what that meant.
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| Go rollies, go Cubans
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| Make what you make off, rollie, go away before music!
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| Keep them squares out my serving, nigga, no rubicks
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| Cause niggas learn, just to hurt you
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| I’m like no Judas!
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| Summer time, top off! |
| Fake ass Louis, knock off!
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| Young nigga lost cause
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| Until I pray to God now we all ball!
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| (Dear Lord, these blessings)
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| Blessings with discretion not to blow this dough
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| Blessings with the striff not to fuck with hoes
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| Blessings with the gifts, the real loyalty
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| You know the type, he facing life, he pay the loyal fee
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| Blessing with abundance, let us bore a whore
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| To protect us when they threat us with a false charge
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| Blessings Lord, cause niggas with the extras'
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| Help me let the way to what' my direction more.
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| All black leather, no coat
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| Night vision in the dash, make the moon blow!
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| Moody jeans on, so my denim fresh
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| Making death threats, but they ain’t get it checked
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| Need to get some cash, fuck and get a check
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| You look hot, but fuck off, this young nigga dick!
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| I’m balling, your bitch crawling
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| My shit popping and your shit keep flopping love
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| You came in this game, all the killers with me
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| Travel around the world, I brought my niggas with me!
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| Play the game right, I built the foundation
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| Stay solid while these hate niggas stay hating!
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| Summer time, top off
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| You’re not to get your head knocked off!
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| Young nigga, Lord’s cause
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| Until I pray to God that we all ball! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blessings, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song Crenshaw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп