Ble$$ings (feat. Ant Clemons & D Smoke)

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through, oh

We made it through, oh

Bongo by the way

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

I woke up early my born day

Oh, what a blessing to pass twenty-seven

When you from the 'Raq when your class was in session

And **** catch bullets like pass, interception

I saw the depression in 4K

Watching my story play out in Chicago

Stressing, my eyes low, should be in Norway

I had no tour dates, then only court dates

I'm on my second gun case, stacking lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay

It's like keeping my peace was disturbing my peace, acting ludicrous, driving my blessings away

Meditations on if XXXTentacion had ever made it to an age

Old enough to right his wrongs and turn the page

Thankful life's been long enough to learn the way

I give all the praise to God, I heard 'em say

"The devil's a lie, the devil's a lie"

I used to write lyrics predicting I'd die

Alhumdillilah, I'm one with my god

My number is prime, we never divide

Providing my blessings to use, for the world

R.I.P. Juice

For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexing till I'm seventy-two

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through, oh

We made it through, oh

Here go that king talk

Watch how a king walk

All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk

These giants ain't seen nothing

Often, I find myself giving thanks, aye-aye

A masterpiece god dipped in paint, aye-aye

If you hold your breath till I lose, uh-uh

I promise you'll pass out and faint

Don't hit your head, bitch, you fed

Up off the ledge, off a bridge with no net

Hop off the jet, in my future vision, I would call collect

In my past when my dad was locked in the feds, but now

Still on Earth, but I see Heaven, uh

Sinning and talk to the reverend, uh

Word to my gang on the seven, uh

Thank God for these blessings

Super Good

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through, oh

We made it through, oh