Omar Majid - Blessed (feat. Skripter) Lyrics

Yeah I'm blessed
Got my niggas on my side & on my set
I just tend to break the rules when I'm upset
I would hate to break it to you but I'm next
Ain't got time for calls my niggas only text
Stacking it up but I humbly flex
No time for the mumbling pets
More shine for the brothers on set
More grind for the coming success
Call me up when you need me
Skin tight I'm fiending
Dressed up like seasoning

Couldn't complain
I roll the dice in this game
I put your rappers to shame
I put your rappers to shame

Dropping the top
Swerving a lane
Damn I'm insane
Damn I'm insane

Chopping it up like a beat
Cooking it up with the heat
Man don't show his steeze
Looking like Jesus Please
F*ck a label Imma get it
200k to my debit
Ain't replying but I read it
Middleman got the message

Couldn't complain
I roll the dice in this game
I put your rappers to shame
I put your rappers to shame

Dropping the top
Swerving a lane
Damn I'm insane
Damn I'm insane

I quit popping pillies I just chase the money now
Nom Nom Philly steak's in my tummy now
I got all the heat
Might just bring the drummers 'round
I got all the heat
Might just bring the drummers 'round
Chopping the top
Cutting the roof
Got to the stu
Hop in the booth
Lock & I shoot
Knocking them twos
Sauce & I ooze
Lil bitch, sauce & I ooze
I put the rock on the wrist
I might just bop on that bitch
I'm going bipolar bitch
She know my bop is the shit
Don't know my fossil extinct
Don't know what not to predict
I might just cop me a mink
Don't give a thot not a thing
Don't give a thot not a ring
I just be rocking the crib
Got it on lock, what you think?
Matter of fact, f*ck what you think
She wanna suck on my
She wanna suck on my dick
I might succumb to this minx
Bitch you know I'm flexing
Why you still texting
Thought you got the message
Thought you got the message

Bitch you know I'm flexing
Why you still texting
Thought you got the message
Thought you got the message