Bless Up

By Damez

On D Money

Released on February 16, 2020

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[Verse 1: Cartièr]

They say time money so I’m ticked when you talk

Saw your true colors like leaves in the Fall

Put my city on my back like we down and they passed me the ball

Go off, it’s LeBron

They don’t understand the clutch mode than I’m on

Yall don’t understand by now you can’t guard me

This floor seats at the Garden

Yall just witnessed

I kill beats and stay honest

Me I need checks with some commas

I break rules, but I don’t ever think I broke a promise

I promised to my fam I’d give a arm and a leg ‘til I’m armless

God on my side, you can’t harm us

Yall got guns I got angels so try it

Link up with Dre and I’m down for a riot

I told my ex that the past is behind us

And like a band-aid, in the cut where you'll find us

Yeah, world in the palm of my hands

I sit it down and then hit the Blockboy dance like “Shoot! Shoot!”

I shoot my shot guarantee it go in

Ice in my veins I’m as cold as it gets

Back when I used to wear hand me downs

Knew that I had the upper hand

In my city man they call me the kid

I’m up in the ‘Ville, I’m cold as it get

Zero to ten they tell me to chill

Axe got the heat on his hip

Now that’s a heat check man forreal

I need some cleats like I’m up in the field

She popped a pill now she coppin’ a feel

She say I’m late man girl to be honest

You better be glad that I’m here


[Hook: Cartièr]

(Bless up) Yeah nigga I’m blessed!

(Bless up) Nigga I’m blessed!

(Bless up) What’s the update?

Man they say I’m up next I’m (Bless up)

Blessed! (Bless up) Young nigga blessed (Bless up)

Money, power, respect (Bless up)

Yall have the money and power I want the respect

I’m blessed (Bless up) Blessed! (Bless up)

I tell my daughter I love her and every single chance I get she

(Bless up) Blessed! (Blessed) We blessed!

(Bless up) What’s the update?

Man they say I’m up next

Man yeah that’s correct I’m


[Running Hook: Damez]

Run it up is all we know

Dodge the L’s and count the dough

I been running up I know

Dodge the L’s and count the money


[Verse 2: Damez]

Walk in the bank, they know me by name

They love when I make a deposit

Got too much drip, my fit match my whip

They like ‘how the fuck you so modest?’

Damn that young nigga so polished

Might be the oddest

Ima be shining regardless

I’ll smoke an eighth just to calm my anxiety

You want the flows? Nigga I got variety

The fuck is sobriety? Plug get so tired of me

But my name ringing bells, Coco Chanel’s

Looking like I’m worth some M’s and I ain’t been taking no L’s

That’s just my aesthetic,I want it I get it

My oil is synthetic, you niggas pathetic

Charge it to the game but you ain’t got no credit

I am the king and don’t ever forget it

You dropped the ball, I chase the bag

When I come in that shit finito

I’ll never fall, never go out sad

And you niggas bricking the free throw

Walked up in my closet and I found another skeleton

Sleeping in the 5-star suites not the Sheraton

Fuck it, can’t sleep now I’m higher than I ever been

My feet don’t cheat on this rich nigga regimen

Niggas’ wardrobes is embarrassing

Anybody you name I’m better than

Confident but I’m never arrogant

And my lifestyle so elegant

Niggas got me back in my element, it’s evident

You poppin’ on the ‘gram they don’t know you at the bank

I could give a damn what you broke niggas think

Always looking like the man and I’m straight out the ‘Dan

93 in my lungs, 93 in my tank

I got the heat like July in Atlanta

Watch how you speak I will fye off the hammer

Get to retreating ‘cause you ain’t competing

‘Cause you lack the skills, the vocab and the grammar

Moon is in Scorpio but I’m a Taurus

Smoking on trees you would think it’s a forest

I got sopranos like I owned a chorus

Money so tall and my temper the shortest

I’m in a coupe and it’s tinted, blowing gas when I’m in it

Sport mode when I sprint it, can’t copy, can’t print it

And the king’s been appointed

Get yo spleen disjointed

Man I met the world and I was a little disappointed

But a nigga so blessed and these niggas stay pressed

And all my looks slay ‘cause a nigga so dressed

I’m the hottest in the city but my neck got frostbite

Fly nigga running up a check drippin’ Off—White

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