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BLESSINGS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
BLESSINGS was released on April 10, 2026 by BankBoy ENT , BANKBOY LLC as a part of the album BLESSINGS - Single
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Release DateApril 10, 2026
LabelBankBoy ENT , BANKBOY LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Solly Bandz
Solly Bandz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Solomon Reed
Solomon Reed
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solly Bandz
Solly Bandz
Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy ayy Bankboy
Blessing on blessing on blessing on blessing on Blessing no blessing
Ayy ayy ayy ayy I'm just catching my Blessing
Bankboy
Blessing on blessing on blessing on blessing on Blessing no blessing
Bankboy
**** Keep talking we kill that noise
**** run up we kill that boy
Mama crying she can't heal that boy
Been that **** I'm Still that boy OK
Bitch I'm top ten aye
And I'm not ten aye
I can't stop winning
I'm too locked in
Counting up money
Remember them days we had less of it
Feet up it ain't no pressure
Took all the L's to the chin to get to the win
I took all the L's as a lesson
Mama come look at your son
Daddy come look at your son
It ain't no stressin
Wake up and look at my son
Feel like I finally won
I'm catching my blessings
Blessing on blessing on blessing on blessing on Blessing on blessing
Wake up and look at my son Feel like I finally need won
I'm catching my blessings Catching my blessing
Big Pole on a dresser
Bank roll on a dresser
Ayy I'm with Vinny in the Tesla
He the brains and I'm the messenger
We can go against the best of em
Ain't no talking ain't no wrestling
When I touch down we gon' rush down
Sack or get an interception
I been up down I been up down
Tryna fight against the Depession
But I'm up now yeah I'm up now I been moving with Aggression
Let's Go! Let's Go
Bitch I said what I said
Ain't tryna kick it I ain't got no legs
Ain't tryna kick it if it ain't bout bread
That shit dead dead
Shawty a scholar I'm finna go spend every dollar
She givin' me head yeah
Hit him above his collar
He play with my dollars we fill him with lead yea
Mama come look at your son
Daddy come look at your son
Wake up and look at my son
Feel like I finally won
Wake up and count up some funds
Wake up and count us some funds
Look at the shit that we from
Bitch we come up from the slums
**** be talkin' we kill that noise
**** run up we kill that boy
Mama cryin' she can't heal that boy
Been that **** I'm still that boy
Bitch I'm top ten
And I'm not ten
I can't stop winning
I'm too locked in
Counting up money
Remember them days we had less Of it
Feet up It ain't no pressure
Took all of them L to the chin
To get to the win I took all of the Ls as a Lesson
Mama come look at your son
Daddy come look at your son
It Ain't no stress
Wake up and look at my son
Feel like I finally won I'm catchin' my blessings
Blessing on blessing on blessing on blessing on Blessing no blessing
Wake up and look at my son
Feel like I finally won
I'm catchin' my blessings catchin' my blessings
Big Pole on a dress bankroll on the dresser
I'm with Vinny in the Tesla
He the brains and I'm the messenger
Written by: Solomon Reed
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