Blessed - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You know the young kid up in Riviera

That say he could ball up in any era

Getting more bread than Panera

That came up with cravings of diamonds, Sierra

Leonne, watch your tone when you speak out your mouth

Came from the north but gained heat in the south

Eating some steak from the mhmm I sold so I guess you can say that I eat by the ounce

Slipping down a mu fucking landslide

Can't get a grip with my hands tied

New Shyheim, I'm a manchild

You naive, I'm the man now

Stress got me, need a xan now

Your best I beat, need to stand out

I never once asked for a handout

Keep blowing trees while a motha fucka branch out

Your will on and off like you beee Jada

You don't want nothing with meee, hata

Pops up in prison with so many bids that he might as well sit and just eBay

Ain't no ghostwriters no point into writing if you don't put your legacy on it

Ain't no reciting in real life you fight and I'm fighting no one next to me, silenced

Bridge:

Critics I did it, the man on a mission, from day one when I

Put scissors to ribbon

I snip with precision, there's levels I get it, but who needs permission to skip all you bitches

That's real

I don't predict futures I create futures

Underground flow, make hataz taste sewage

Money green, pockets teenage mutant

Battle me and get your mothafuckin name wounded

[Chorus (x2)]

Toast if you blessed and you know it

Peace to the check as I blow it

Empty the bank and I throw it

Benjamin Franklin aroma

I will dictate how it's going

My call to make like Shogun

I set the flame then I reload it

I'm in a state of explosion

[Verse 2]

I was selling hard through the hard times

Streets so dark on the north side

Uh, leading the fight I was fearing my life every time I turned the doorknob

Oh you think you think I'm soft now?

You got nowhere to go now

On the block again

No baha men but I had to let the mufuckin dogs out

A go getter never say go figure

Rob em of their toast then I toast my hittaz

Shooter on my hip, got a ruger in my grip and

Shoot em in their whip watch em ghost ride with it

Heads up like a coin toss with it

Trap house small, got a full sized kitchen

Name of the game, and came from the game now I coach my wisdom J Stackhouse with it

This my house pay in cash my tenants

Don't make go and pull the black ski mask fellas

My last sentence gon’ be the mac spitting

Let shots ring imma black out sinning

Can't block my vision the fox sly with it

As my hataz fall my top drop with em

All this white girl on me got the white showing

Like the mufucking stomach of some crop top bitches, tell the