Blessed on the track Blessed on this beat Swerving the heat In my leather seats I spit flames i spit waves I dont need your raves I love my mains I fuck bitches with braids I gotta loose some weight I don't give a shit about hate I rose above it like cena said in 08 Go get dressed don't come late To our date.. Imma write my fate Im just great im no inmate I dont like to hate I like to mate Keep your mouth shut Dont be bait I keep em lowkey So they don't stress my energy