Lyrics:
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
like a sinus, a Christian, a saint
Blessed by The Most High
Who give and Who take
And I know this, I bow down and
Give Him some thanks
I'm a sinner, He
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
Have you been tried in that fire?
I heard bullets sing higher than Mariah in choir
Spent a lot of time trappin', now I'm tryna retire
But this shit
la la
La la la la la la la la la
We are blessed, we are blessed
We are blessed, we are blessed
Baby now you’ve got me by your side
It somehow feels
Tennessee backwoods whiskey drink
Mississippi rollin' 'tween the riverbanks
I got sweet tea running thru my veins
I'm southern born and raised
I been coast
I'm kneelin'
Black and white lamb like a pilgrim
We put the north on the map
Pump by the head of the couch
Money took me different routes
I got a 9
with the ones
That love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
Across a crowded room
I know you know what I'm thinking
By the way I look
the child was born and the three wise men
Heard the preacher tell it like the preacher does
But let me tell you, children,
That's not how it was
Now
I be 'bout my business like I'm in a suit and tie
But when I'm by myself I roll it up and blaze that fire
I'm blessed and I ain't never stressed
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
know you blessed.
Theres always somebody that got it worse. 10 toes down.
[Hook]
Life crazy dont stress
Man you here and you breathing so you
you like are you who? Who are you? Like two by two?
Fuck around and find out
Everybody finds out
Who is real where's your homie, but I don't know about
heard the children's choir in which he'd sung
His letter floated softly to the floor
The reaper took his hand and led him gently through the door.
We
Bitch I'm blessed up, what the fuck do you mean
Y'all go with the flow, I control what I dream
Bitch I'm blessed up, what the fuck do you mean
Y'all
we'd rather gun lobbyists And politicians blinded by money
Fears and favors lead the slaughter of Children in schools
Imagine your children showing up
and booted, praising His name
Through my trials and tribulations, I'm grateful for everything
I'm so grateful
I'm so humbled by Your love
Oh why
Where
[Jason]
Now What You See Is Just An Old Fantasy
It's The Image Of Me That My Fans Use To Dream
I'm Very Sick Into That Reality
But My Love For Life
older
Ima make it count today
Young Mississippi transplant still bringing the unity (Unity)
And I finally killed my pride now I’m just writing the eulogy
me kick off
By saying that I’m done with hoes
Sick of bitches
They like fishes
Hit my line like fishing pole
Second off
I’m gon' pop off
When people
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
here with the ones
That love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
Across a crowded room
I know you know what I'm thinking
By the way I
a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm slanging it wild
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step past my haters
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