Blessings - Coops, Rexx

Got no food for dinner

It’s a cold world but I weren’t born a sinner

Friday night lights (?)

For my patience wearing thinner

It’s a blessing in disguise

I’m done waiting on some blessing from the skies

Like it’s destine that I rise

I know that if I ain’t putting in all this work

Everybody’s about to witness my demise

Write this when I was high

So I don’t listen to no critics

When they tell me we just fuckin' up your mind

Tell that Bitch don’t kill my vibe

Good Kid m.A.A.d City

Where I’m from is mad gritty

Know that Kendrick will survive

Getting tempted by the life

And attempt to run a lie

To the police hit em

With intention to supply intervention

This mic is an extension of my sentence

Spread this message around the world

Effecting this and next dimension

Pay attention what you’re listening to is my ascension

See I feel normal apprehension, no more doubts

Every word that’s coming out of my mouth

Has been written just to flood your mental droughts

So absrod it like a sponge till the outra

Weather your bumping in the car

Or just chillin on the couch

I could Inhale, smoke a whole ounce

Lighting up the weed

Send the fire police

Get me higher please

More times you’ll find me on a cloud with some trees

Looking down thinking oh please believe

We’re all in need

I’m in need of some blessings, yeah

Cause I don’t know if I see limbo

It’s got me feeling like a lost soul

(Verse 2: REXX)

No food for dinner

Lucky momma always was a winner, and I love her

I was brought up in a relationship between a saint and a sinner

Lucky he was replaced, my new daddy cooking dinner

He was realer (?)

Ever figured some of these young souls they got no figures to follow

They have to learn on their own not to grow mind of hollows

Get into some shit and then they don’t see tomorrow

This a life no telling what will happen

If you act stupid get your head fractured

My actions can be caused by confusions of (?)

I smoke weed until I smoke steam, that be my (?)

Penetrating me down when I’m rapping

(Verse 3: Coops)

So let me catch this

???

smoking crack spliffs

That’s why we stay green like saint Patricks

You should follow my tactics

Right now I’m preaching what I practise

Nobodies perfect, I’ve been through some (?)

Growing up on the lost blocks

Dodging cops, around niggas robbing lots (?)

Trying to make a million off whats in my socks

Niggas getting locked and my niggas getting shot

Graduated off the streets and I still hit them?

up

(Bridge) x2

So when I ask you what do you see

Seeing out your eye number three

Cause I see lost souls walking these streets

I see lost souls walking these streets

I’m in need of some blessings, yeah

Cause I don’t know if I see limbo

It’s got me feeling like a lost soul