The Futuristiks - Blessings lyrics

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] Yeah I got it Look You like the way I play the cards that I'm dealt, huh You like how I came up and stayed myself, huh All that sh** I said on my tapes n***as felt, huh Got it, can't lose it gotta turn it into wealth, huh Like how I go hard and never fell, huh Like I how stayed down and lift the world up I sold out judging by the sales, huh I'm a heavyweight judging by the scales, huh My name ring bells plus it sell tickets As I push past these thousands to these mil tickets Hatin' n***as get some bread you gon' feel different And you can feel Nip from looking at the world different All black kids all trapped in All waitin' on a day that we can back in The all black Benz with the black tint Cause now you worth something, n***a that's what that meant Gold rollies, gold cubans Made what you make off going gold way before music Keep them squares out my circle, n***a no Rubik's Cause n***as learn you just to hurt you I'm like no Judas Summertime, top off Fake a** Louis, knockoff Young n***a, lost cause And till I pray to God that we all ball (Dear Lord, please Bless us) Bless us with discretion not to blow this dough Bless us with the strength not to f** with hoes Bless us with the gift of real loyalty You know the type, he facin' life you pay the lawyer fee Bless us with abundance let us ball hard Protect us when they threaten us with a false charge Bless us lord cause n***as with the extras Lord Help me let the weight of what I made steer my direction more All black leather, new coupe Night vision in the dash make the moon blue Nudie jeans on so my denim fresh Making d**h threats but they ain't did it yet Need to get some cash, f** it get a check But look, hop the f** off this young n***a dick I'm ballin', yo b**h callin' My sh** poppin' and yo sh** keep floppin', look Came in this game all the k**as with me Travel around the world I brought my n***as with me Play the game right I build the foundation Stay solid while these hatin' n***as stay hatin' Summertime, top off Try not to get your head knocked off Young n***a, lost cause And 'till I prayed to God that we all ball