This the times to be blessed Ain't the times to be sad Father i stretch out my hands Get me new typa lifted All my windows aint tinted I dont need no filter I Keep praying father I pray for my niggas in the gutter Selling all them grams they dont worry bout the gram They just wanna feed the fam put something on the stove Get the dough break the bread share the loafes Daddy said open hands Gets more blessings So once you get some give some don't hold them all this world need some more #blessed#truthtowisdomseekers