Blessed Lyrics – Skid Adams

Blessed Lyrics by Skid Adams

Ai
Mental
Phone up gang, whole team riding
Bro with a tec he dont know about fighting nah

He dont know bout fist fights
Bun internet beef they dont know bout real life
Sun down and the moon comes out
When we got beef make peace at night

Im on it for my peace of mind
Gun lean make a man meet jesus christ
Said im the king and i meant that
Told bro bro see the crown imma get that

Militant mindset click and i let that
It gets peak when i get back
Revenge is cold I ain’t it slide
Pour me a toast when a enemy diеs

Opps know im craving a life
Aye, disrespеct i ain’t letting it slide
Talk about rap can’t talk about me or slim
In the same sentence as him or him

Im still with same bredren from primary
School and we been on drill
073 thats more than number
Most of gang on a debo ting

Can’t talk on the phone ca da ting is tapped
I ain’t trynna get rico’ed in
Look
Im trynna just flex

Been on road been on drill
But i never been pressed
Bro dont know bout civilisation when his vexed
Coulda gone grave with the sh#t we did

But still we alive so i guess we blessed
Smoking a opp in pack his brodies next
I dont wanna be vexed
I see me a opp and i flex my index

Mental how
Bro dont know bout civilisation when his vexed
Coulda gone grave with the sh#t we did
But still we alive so i guess we blessed

You know me
Wildin since 17
All of these n#gg#s can’t contend
When they can’t even keep raps on beat

Lotta weight on my shoulders
Its why I’ve been on a different degree
Money don’t come with ease it’s why
I’m steady on the road always tryna get cream

And these n#gg#s really tryna get smoke on g that’s silly
I’m tryna work for the milly
My killy, no dilly
We smooth like vanilly

We really running the city
Top of the committee
Learnt everything the was teaching and i
Surpassed now they trynn a reach me

Boomerang or more like frisbee
How she throwing back all of that peach tree
How she fit her bum in her jeans
Her pum pum all on my face

But i still gotta stick to the phone for the fiends
She hates the the life that i live
But loves the momey i make in the streets
Im deep in crime and i love this life

Im showing her nothing but me
Keep it G i ain’t nothing but me
Look Im trynna just flex
I been on road been on drill

But i never been pressed
Bro dont know bout civilisation when his vexed
Coulda gone grave with the sh#t we did
But still we alive so i guess we blessed

Smoking a opp in pack his brodies next
I dont wanna be vexed
I see me a opp and i flex my index
Mental how bro dont know bout civilisation when his vexed

Coulda gone grave with the sh#t we did
But still we alive so i guess we blessed
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Skid Adams Lyrics – Blessed

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Blessed