Blessed Man I'm blessed Wats the point of rapping if I ain't fitting to be best I'm blessed with my shit I kill the rest This niggas are fucken tired let them go and rest Even in heaven they scream my name and say I'm the best They went first but now they're showing up last If crazy was a person, real niggas praise muh shit Thanks to them I'm still moving I'm not talking about those niggas who wanna steal my lines and right them to their own damn sheet May I should deal with this niggas and leave their minds mis fit Niggas maybe you never knew that I got this shit in my hot list Maybe I should lay down and put u in my hit list When we talk about real Gs you are not even in a list But yet you still hate muh shit Nigga I was praised by the streets That's why every time I rap I increase Yet you talk shit about me but you can't see that your shit decreases Come on nigga I'm blessed and feel brand new so I got no time to play the ABCs If u feel this shit rolling in ur stomach nigga trust me you got a disease Who's laughing now You mother fuckers left in the dark so I had to make it to the brighter side by muh self But you never knew that you need the darkest world to see the brighter, brightest future But I don't blame you coz I see you got jealously and nothing else but the rotten future Yeah YoungG