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Ascension

BLESSED MANE
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BLESSED MANE I woke up in the mornin', smokin' breakfast got me dazed I threw on my Khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids I'm plottin' on these sissy sucker, they run they grip constantly My road-dog Lil' John strapped with "M," For one, we faithful to the streets Because I grew up with no shit up in my 'frigerator Sometime I hustle from the circle, put food on my table I'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own You talkin' gankin'? Adiós, partner, show you wrong I'm full of alcohol but tryna make my pockets swole In fact, I'm slangin', stangin', gankin' when I'm on the stroll Ayo, I'm only down with niggas that I hang with Bizzat to they high fade, ain't meant for no robbin' Yo, fizzact, persizzonally, they say I'm insizzane And I ain't thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, see my sack's fat Smokin' on some trizznue, blowin' a gun, it izznew My bank on swole, nigga, 'cause I'm livin' by the tone Fuck peace, my '98 is '93 with hammers on, bitch Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick Slick, ain't got no sorrow, bitch