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Ghetts
Ghetts
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Dexta Daps
Dexta Daps
Vocals
Kadz
Kadz
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Tee
Tee
Programming
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Justin Clarke-Samuel
Justin Clarke-Samuel
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Kadeem Clarke-Samuel
Kadeem Clarke-Samuel
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Louis Anthony Grandison
Louis Anthony Grandison
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Terrell Farrell
Terrell Farrell
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
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Blue May
Blue May
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Kadz
Kadz
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Ben Oakland
Ben Oakland
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Tee
Tee
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Lirik

Lord have mercy on my soul, then try pin a 30 on my bro There's still food being served beyond the stove Mama got vertigo but still heard me coming home Just before Ruth died, she made a scarf for me I'm wearing this scarf right now, it's like a part of me It's like I'm alive and well without a main artery Sick thoughts but alive and well unarguably Staff meetings with myself me, myself and I been arguing So even when I win, I lose an argument These people call you bro, but there's no love It's your own blood they want bathe you in A youngin got touched and the reckon it was lethal That kinda news got me checking on my people I can't turn a hoe into a housewife But I can turn a good girl jealous and deceitful If nanny would've came here and they sent her back Then I would've grown up in the same place as Dexta Daps Still I was disciplined with a heavy hand I lost my mum's mum, but somehow I got plenty grans My blessing is raining (is raining) Hallelujah (Hallelujah) My blessing is raining (is raining) Hallelujah (raining, raining) Hmm, I came a long way, I always knew that I would make it out someday Them tried to put me underground subway The ghetto full up of vampires and zombies They wouldn't mind fi see you inna fridge Them woulda push you off the ridge Just look a light fi bridge, causeway Always can trust a friend fi get you in a fuckrey Ya dunknow I'm with a bag of shooters when I skrrr I still sing Hallelujah in the church (Hallelujah) I told my girl put this bag of Buddha in her purse Obviously, you can assume I'm being searched The pistols are near the crystals are clear Magazine with me, I got issues I swear Man are telling stories, I don't think you was there That's why you can't believe everything that you hear When Wallace died, I got a phone call When Warren died I was local Sometimes I'm just dealing with the trauma I cannot prioritize being social Stripes no tears on my shoulder blades Play the hand I was dealt with a poker face We was trying to get this capital And ended up in crown court 'cause it wasn't a lowercase A lot of great moments I couldn't even process 'Cause every time I've had a platform I've had to protest I went against the grain, and it slowed down my progress But I got gold in my court and I let me show them My blessing is raining (is raining) Hallelujah (Hallelujah) My blessing is raining (is raining) Hallelujah (raining, raining) Hmm, I came a long way I always knew that I would make it out someday Them tried to put me underground subway The ghetto full up of vampires and zombies They wouldn't mind fi see you inna fridge Them woulda push you off the ridge Just look a light fi bridge, causeway Always can trust a friend fi get you in a fuckrey
Writer(s): Justin Clarke-samuel, Kadeem Clarke-samuel, Louis Anthony Grandison, Terrell Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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