Blessed - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Primere]

Uh, I'll catch a melody

For the doubters, fuck the enemies

Steadily dropping bangers for the twenty g's

Yeah, fuck a felony

I'd rather drop heavenly bars like the dealer up in Heaven selling me hella dreams, true

Rap ain't making money, but it seems to

Keep me on the right path

'Cause on the left side, homie I just might crash

And that's real

I'll pack a steel to steal, get myself a meal dawg, I'm blessed

Homie still I feel like a deal won't get me shit

Kneeling like, "God what's next?"

Homie I'm blessed

*Interlude*

(Homie, I'm blessed

Homie I'm... I'm blessed)

But you'll never know what I've been through

Act a saint, but I promise that I sin too

Make mistakes, have regrets

Wish I could go back, but I'm way too deep into

My life, my years

Might wipe my tears and go on with my day

Might smile at you, that don't mean I'm okay

I'm just trapped in my mind, don't know what to say

Can't express my feelings

My stress is killing me

Mom is dying and there's no healing

She's been like this and she's slowing going

My pops is older and he's been showing me signs of decreasing

So these songs I'm releasing

Are my only hope, so I only hope that you're with me

But finally this shit hit me

Dawg I'm not a kid anymore

I can't kid anymore

Got to take my life serious 'cause I didn't before

Nah, I didn't before

I didn't before, look

Can't remember the last time I told my dad I love him

Got damn, I just pass time

Writing lyrics for my people, but without my dad

Who would I be? Where would I be? What would I be?

Lord forgive me for my sins, give me what I need

For me to succeed, I know we ain't spoke

I don't know how to ask for help but

Homie I'm blessed