Nipsey Hussle - Blessings Lyrics

Yeah
I got it
Look

You like the way I play the cards I'm dealt, huh?
You like how I came up and stayed myself, huh?
All that shit I said on my tapes niggas felt, huh?
Got it, can't lose it gotta turn it into wealth, huh?
Like how I go hard and never fell, huh?
Like I how stayed down and lift the world up?
I sold out judging by the sales, huh?
I'm a heavyweight judging by the scales, huh?
My name ring bells, plus it sell tickets
As I push past these thousands to these mil' tickets
Hatin' niggas, get some bread, you gon' feel different
And you can feel Nip from looking at the world different
All black kids, all trapped in
All waitin' on a day that we can back in
The all black Benz with the black tint
'Cause now you worth something, nigga, that's what that meant
Gold rollies, gold Cubans
Made what you make off going gold, way before music
Keep them squares out my circle, nigga no Rubik's
'Cause niggas learn you just to hurt you, I'm like no Judas

Summertime, top off
Fake ass Louis, knockoff
Young nigga, lost cause
And 'til I pray to God that we all ball

(Dear Lord, please Bless us)

Bless us with discretion not to blow this dough
And bless us with the strength not to f*ck with hoes
Bless us with the gift of real loyalty
You know the type, he facin' life, you pay the lawyer fee
Bless us with abundance, let us ball hard
Protect us when they threaten us with a false charge
Bless us, Lord, 'cause niggas with the extras, Lord
Help me let the weight of what I made, steer my direction more
All black leather, new coupe
Night vision in the dash, make the moon blue
Nudie jeans on, so my denim fresh
Making death threats, but they ain't did it yet
Need to get some cash, f*ck it get a check
But look, hop the f*ck off this young nigga dick
I'm ballin', your bitch callin'
My shit poppin' and your shit keep floppin', look
Came in this game, all the killas with me
Travel around the world, I brought my niggas with me
Play the game right, I build the foundation
Stay solid while these hatin' niggas stay hatin'

Summertime, top off
Try not to get your head knocked off
Young nigga, lost cause
And 'til I prayed to God that we all ball

(Dear Lord, please)