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Blessed

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Blessed was released on June 12, 2025 by 9510850 Records DK as a part of the album Blessed - Single

Song Details

AlbumBlessed - Single

Release DateJune 12, 2025

Label9510850 Records DK

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM64

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Krazy Kane

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Krazy Kane

Songwriter

Justin Price

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Justin Price

Producer

Lyrics

Backwoods lit, blood on the script

Pulled up clean, but I ride with a grip

Mind gone sick, I don't talk slick

I just lend towels, ripped it, bent, bent, bent

Better vendetta, that cheddar be better

I'm cold like Baretta and Stormy P

Whether I'm built for the smoking, the fire, the drama

You play with my name and I'm hunting your mama

Drive me and slime me, you find me

I'm grinding in basements with K's

And I'm chopping, rewinding, my enemies pray

But I'm steady, aligning the scope with the soul

Let it go, no reminder, manipulator of fate

I be concentrating on leaving your section

Obliterated hollow point hugs, no love in the section

Just drug lord slugs and frogs get dissected, I never defected

I flooded the trap with that white and the raps

And that heat in my lap, that's that kick in the door

Flow sick with the raw dough, spit with a pitch

That'll split through your torso

I don't do peace, I don't do grace

I just do war with a grin on my face

So, tell me who better, I'm ruthless forever

I'm raining that pain like vendetta weather

Slide with a beam on you

Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie

Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo

Run up on me, then your soul get colder

Power, respect, money, text

Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next

Slimy, grimy, real-deal soldier

Dirty south tail of the coldest control

Let me tell you 'bout pain, 'bout rage, 'bout nights

In a box with a Glock, no sleep, just fights

Every lick I hit was a chessboard plot

Now I'm playing king with a check from the pot

And the block got hot, but I never got caught

'Cause I move like a ghost when I step on the spot

And the shots go pop like grease in a skillet

If I aim at your brain, best believe, I'ma peel it

Manipulate fate, that's my forte

Fake love gets sprayed in the north face

Every move I made had a price attached

Now I'm laced in the gold with a knife attached

You got stripes in the game like referee shirts

But I ain't blowing whistles, I'm stretching out shirts

From the dirt, I emerge with a hex in my chest

Blessed with a curse and a vest full of death

Triple beam dreams, I'm a fiend for control

Put a brick on the scale like my soul on parole

And my enemies talk, but they legs don't move

When the mat go brr, they forget how to groove

Tell your shooter don't slip, I'm the dope boy

Grim with the venom in my lips

I'm the gutter-born hymn, better bet I'm the vet, you a rookie mistake

Tryna flex on the Don, that's a costly break

Chop, chop, slide with a beam on you (slide)

Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie

Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo

Run up on me and your soul get colder

Power, respect, money, text

Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next?

Slimy, grimy, real deal soldier

Dirty south tail of the coldest controller

Pulling that tooth from the side of my hip

I'm the glitch in the system, the chip in the crypt

They don't really want war, just TikTok cloud

I'm the type to pull up while your mama hanging out

Blood on the curb, that's a mark of respect

If I said it, I meant it, no cap, no regrets

I'm a vet with a vendetta pain

In my letter, put the flame to a name

Now they float like a feather when they save me

When they save me, that's cold for the setup

They thought it was sweet 'til they jawbone

Got shred up, I'm a god in the trench

A wolf off the leash, my hunger don't sleep

It just eats fuck and repeat

Still in my vision, I zoom with precision

The barrel rotate like it's twisting

Multiple decisions, your squad look nervous

My chopper got rhythm, it dance when it sing

That's divine demolition

Murder with words, I don't need no steel

But the steel still tough for the coup de grâce

Kill cash like casinos, I bet and I double

Turn ratchet to rapture and dance in the rubble

Chop, chop, slide with a beam on you

Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie

Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo

Run up on me and your soul get colder

Power, respect, money, text

Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next?

Slimy, grimy, real deal soldier

Dirty south tail of the coldest controller

Written by: Justin Price, Krazy Kane

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