Blessed - Jered Sanders, Derek Minor

Hey W, you a fool for this one, homie

Yo, this sound like, like elevator trap music

on the boards

Real hope-hop circa 1985, baby

Trying not to do too much, man, but

Elevator trap sound like the new wave, don’t it?

Yo, I done had a long, hard road, gotta get

'Bout a billy on the check

Going silly, caught a milly on the neck

Big Willy on the net

Gordon Liddy in my city, I’m a vet

My committee on the jet, you the best

Budapest, Nuba guest to the left

If you hating on the flex

I’mma take it you in debt, pay respect

They regret every minute they ain’t put me on they playlist

Now I’m flying to they city on the spaceship

Ay, I ain’t had a dollar, homie, not a grip

I ain’t had a lot of things, homie, I could jot a list

Fresh Js, groovy chick, press play, groovy with

Movie scripts, tooly grip, newly picked, ooh he spit

I had to come from the bottom

But God’s Son told me, «Boy you a problem

But in the city where it’s dark nights

You gon' be a light up in Gotham»

And keep the fight up 'til they bright up the problem

And we invite 'em, homie, right out of Sodom, Gomorrah

And back to Zion, we supply 'em new life in the Torah

A bloody massacre for lots of passengers, restorer

'Cause if it wasn’t for that rugged cross

Everybody running lost, homie, ah

Gotta thank God every morning

Though they tryna cut me off

I be lifting my opponent, I’m so

Blessed

Coming back, nah I don’t want it

Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so

Blessed

Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so

Blessed

I’m so

Blessed, yo, yo

They say that I don’t rap 'bout Jesus enough

But Jesus ain’t rap about himself, so what?

My homies are confused this out of the church

They say they talk about grace but they don’t match they words

Like Jesus wouldn’t have called out racists

Stood flat-footed and said it to they faces

I’m about action, I don’t judge what you saying

Plus talk is cheap, so pay me in blue faces

I’m starting to think that you don’t love me

Some salt of the earth tryna slug me

Hate that I keep it real, they wanna hush me

But when I’m telling the truth, don’t interrupt me

It was cool when I was waving my fingers at drug dealers

It’s a problem when I say that them dealers in God’s image, yeah

Thought that we was family, maybe I’m tripping

Starting to look like the heroes becoming villains

Gotta thank God every morning

Though they tryna cut me off

I be lifting my opponent, I’m so

Blessed

Coming back, nah I don’t want it

Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so

Blessed

Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so

Blessed

I’m so

Blessed, yo, yo

God is a general

He uttered a word and He counted the minerals

The body is pitiful

A lot of it’s folly, a lot of it’s cynical

I’m jotting a visual

We not even jolly, it’s criminal

We try to copy and not an original

We kinda funky and not even biblical

Looking for minimal syllable lyrical miracles, eh

Little is spiritual, eh

Gimme the pinnacle, send me the digital, maybe the physical

Wanna be visible up in the biggest arenas

You’ve got a part in the genius

All of the pride is egregious

Not even hollering «Jesus!»

Ay, I’m in the zone

I might never get a Grammy just to put my people on

Probably pick a iller beat to get the heathens gone

Then I teach 'em secrets

Then I’m preaching Jesus 'til the demons gone

Holy, holy, holy from a stance

Used the underhand for the upper hand

See my dog catch a body, call it Son of Sam

Flip that celly, call up Papi, do the shmoney dance

God told me «Sonny, don’t play the odds

You don’t gotta stray, why you play the fraud?

Now you gotta pray, you don’t play the dog

You ain’t gotta worry, you the man of God»

Gotta thank God every morning

Though they tryna cut me off

I be lifting my opponent, I’m so

Blessed

Coming back, nah I don’t want it

Lotta blessing coming down, so I’m living in the moment, I’m so

Blessed

Man I never would’ve made it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when it’s hard to fake it, I’m so

Blessed

Even when I’m kinda jaded, I’m so

Blessed

I’m so

Blessed

«Mmmm»

«Come on, Bishop!»

«Mmmm»

«Yeah»

«Mmmm, mmmm»

«Listen»

«Let it go, let--»