Bless Up

Lyrics

Word indeed True indeed Yes indeed With all certainty Definitely Definitively [Verse] I'm from the era of team sports and jean shorts Ain't no need to wonder if I'm reinforced I spend them funds to be in floors New NYC, Sand's finished Yeah right homie, enjoy them fifteen minutes For all my real heads that been down, bless up You won't find me using NYC for playing dress-up Before press, vote for respect when cats pressed up Dwight here caught a bottle on the F, it was F'ed up I grew up choosing a rhyme And then rewinding it Not sure if I'm losing my mind Or if I'm finding it This brother wanna hear the slow Sand shit This brother wanna hear the fast Sand shit This sister wanna hear the first Sand shit This sister wanna hear the last Sand shit Me, I'm tryna write the new Sand shit And all the time I'm tryna write the true Sand shit Understand these other cats are just saying shit We ain't even in the same boat, not in the same ship All I'm saying is I be slaying shit I's a brother swimming back to Africa after jumping off the slave ship So don't talk to me bout swimming with sharks Thank your lucky stars it don't even start Wonder if imma have to buy the farm For people get to buying the art All I make is hits but still can't hit the side of a barn Broke the sanctity of reflex down [?] three steps On a park bench reading Moby Dick in-between sets I never made it to greek fest to freaknik I be mostly with a sweet chick on some sweet shit As of recent, I dabbled in more indecent Yo I ain't tryna buy I'm tryna lease it Or even tryna rent though technically yes I'd rather join ride it Unless I peep an oil liden I'm moving near sighted prefer to crash and hate to be invited, word up Feel so good, like being reunited Been tempted to put a minor on to my d*** Yo I'm just keeping it funky, the legal age out in Canada is comfy My female pursuit is something like my soup, I like em chunky Live day to day, but I still prefer a weekly or a monthly I turned down (...) To change it every meal, everyday for a leap year But money, molly, fashion, murder rap is straight infant Does anyone besides me have the balls of being different I know I'm on Babylon hit-list, that's why I keep my number unlisted Everyone with known math, hoping on tracks, no mission Bunch of [] acting like [], no vision But take a listen, How nice to separate the lies from admissions I bet you'll find its worth the price of admission