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Blessed
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Blessed został wydany 2 kwietnia 2021 przez EDOLLO ENTERPRISES jako część albumu Blessed - Single
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Data wydania2 kwietnia 2021
WytwórniaEDOLLO ENTERPRISES
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM70

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Will Michael Bruse
Ethan Will Michael Bruse
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Always on that grind call it twenty Four seven
Dollars of the dime I just work for More bread
Put in more time than I earn life's a Bitch
Starting making rhymes ya trying Make it
Rich
Too bad life's a bitch yuh yuh
Too bad you shot an missed yuh uh
How you pick the pot you piss yuh
I ain't trynna even diss Watch me Paint da picture
Everyday a different dollar yaaaa
Stack a brick like a baller yaaaaa
Make a wall even taller than
Any man ever thought of
Out of money outta guala yaaaa
Make it rain make em holla yaaaa
I don't wear no color
Trynna be something I ain't
But best know I got brothers
Who gon go hard in the paint yuh
If you talk that game
Know your lane bruh
I'm cortalane cuz
Shits just not the same
Missle launcher shooting flames
That shit dank bruh
Pulled up to da bank bruh
Leaving bens with chase see you later
I gotta get that paper
What a day what a day what a day Bruh
Always on that grind like it's twenty Four seven
Dollars of the dime I just work for More bread
Put in more time than I earn life's a Bitch
Starting making rhymes ya trying m
Make it
Rich
Too bad life's a bitch yuh
Too bad you shot an missed yuh
How you pick the pot you piss yuh
I ain't trynna even diss watch me paint da picture
Patience
I'm the doctor I can save you
Did take those pills I gave you
Shi I'm wasted
The way walk around this world
I cannot take it
All these people keep on talking
And I hate it
I'm bout to load that thirty clip
And go and spray it
Don't make Me say it yuh
Boi I ain't playing nah
But did you make it bruh
Make that paper bruh
Calling for checks
No swoop but the best
Don't under attest
This young man
Has a lot on his chest
He Came from the west
Fled from the nest
If life is a test
Put a knife to my chest
And t ime in up to my neck
Put my faith in my steps
Steady grinding blessed for these checks
Written by: Ethan Will Michael Bruse
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