| Fuck is you talkin' bout, like…
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| What the fuck dawg, like…
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| I really do this shit
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| Ah, ayy
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| You know what I’m saying
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| I really gotta live this, breathe this, be this
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| Prayed up 'til my days up
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| Blessings on blessings, like
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| Ah, bless, yeah
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| I’m on a path
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| I’m in my God body, nigga do the math, and I
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| I take a bath in the water I
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| Know I am the daughter of the river, of the moon
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| Blessed by Oshun, ayy
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| And Bittersweet is coming soon
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| You can cop that shit on iTunes
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| Or peep Vice at noon, I’m focused
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| Everything will manifest because I wrote it
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| I’m hella sweet because I spoke it, notice I
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| I am the sugar, honey, ice tea
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| You fake niggas is fructose, you Hi-C
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| I’mma be a high priest, you can be a hypebeast
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| Keep fighting yourself if you want to
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| I’mma keep it humble, he call me his bumble
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| Stay buzzin' up my feed, calling me his queen bee
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| I’m like, «chill lil' homie!»
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| I’m just tryna preach, this the gospel
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| He like, «boo I got you!
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| I know you a queen
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| I’m just tryna tune my chakras like…»
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| Blessings on blessings on blessings on blessings
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| Blessings on blessings on blessings on blessings
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| Blessings, blessings
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| I be in my crib with my feet up
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| You be moving slow, need to speed up
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| I got holy powers like I’m Jesus
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| Born out of sweetness, I be the sweetness
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| Since the infant man, I knew I was the shit
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| Great grandma died of Alzheimer’s
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| But she knew the kid
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| Only 2 years old, standing by her at the bed
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| First time meeting, but she reached out for my head
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| On my birthday I died, but I came back from the dead
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| Four pound baby, hella tubes inside my head
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| Told 'em nah, I’m here to stay
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| And the world I’m here to save
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| Many roads I have to pave
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| And my gift is that I’m brave
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| Don’t you ever disrespect my God body
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| Whatever beef you got for you and God it ain’t bout me
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| You a copy, and I’m the OG
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| Stay low key, keep a blessing on me
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| I be in my crib with my feet up
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| You moving slow, need to speed up
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| I got holy powers like I’m Jesus
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| Born out of sweetness, I be the sweet
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| I be in my crib with my feet up
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| You moving slow, need to speed up
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| I got holy powers like I’m Jesus
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| Born out of sweetness, I be the sweet
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| You want some
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| Bittersweet 2018
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| Niggas ain’t ready for the sweetness |