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Wonder If I'm Blessed
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Dear Lord, this is your boy Bam
Can't nobody do what you done done, God
One of the ghetto graduates
It'll never be done again
You got three men in here ready to deliver
Number one, all of their internal sins on pen and paper
And right now, they finna let you know how it is
Give us a chance
God bless us
Allah, you're number one
One scheme
Well it's my return and I've been gone for too long
I'm in a different state of mind, yeah, Wood is in the zone
Demonstrating an arsenal of headshots with red dots and wet spots
Soaking shirts up 'til my church fuck with red spots
Tobacco leaves and the chronic trees
South Texas keys and electric weed
The jack of thieves for the cake and cheese
I make the G's and you make believe
Shootin' wishin' up on your clover leaf
Wishin' up on a star
Losing my memory behind the bar
All I want's a drink out the jar
Locked in the pen talking back to the guards
Shooting the kite talking back to my broad
Pulling the candy lack in my yard
Strapped up talking back to your boys
I'm armed, alarmed and I swarm
And I'm hollering on my horn
From the ranch to the farm to the patch of the corn
To the tray where I was born
Wood, and I'm hotter than a fireplace in an Eskimo's house
You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth
When riding from the hardest hood close to downtown
Rhyme for rhyme and pound for pound
I'm making you bitch boys bow down
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Niggas steady hating me
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Why have you forsaken me?
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed
It ain't my fault
My Lord, please forgive me for static
But I had that line in my TV and being broke ain't no habit
I'm playing a daily game of chess over Rugers and vests
Ride on hollow tips when I'm spitting steel into the flesh
Thug booms got me paranoid, tattooed and scarred
Running away from the fraud, hiding behind tint in the car
I'm blowing sweet out the swig, real niggas finna feel me
Serran wrapping the duffel bag, swipe bitch in the busty
I'm 'bout my paper
My Lord, please don't let it be in vain
I got a son, two little girls knowing they got hustle in they vein
Kamikaze with an infrared scope on my mind
Puffing on lines, swinging on twenties, bumping low on the grind
Satellites taking pictures, putting cameras on corners
Fuck the yay but pass the weed 'cause everybody love marijuana
I'm a flat-footed nigga, 250 on concrete
Move patiently and silently, a deadly nigga
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Niggas steady hating me
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Why have you forsaken me?
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed
Ayy, I watch my life pass me by
In the blink of an eye, another stick of fry
'Cause the regular weed no longer get me high
Popping ecstasy like aspirin
Come down a nigga block blasting
You don't wanna meet that reaper, nigga you owe
Come off my cash, man
I'm trying to keep it holy
This thug life keep calling my name
Every now and then I take a loss but see that's all in the game
Look at what you did to me
I'm free but I'm still living on lock
Every day it's one more murder, one more partner to drop
I wonder if the sun shines on the other side
'Cause I bet my mama ain't seen a rainy day since she died
I'm a living legend still in the flesh
Automatic assault rifle in the vest
'Cause my partners try to put me to rest
So I treat my pistol like a queen
It's a fiend for the cream
And I never put anyone before my bitch
I'm jealous as I service my beam
My murdering team
Forgive me for my sins, oh Lord
But I'm trying to make it 'cause this ghetto life is so hard
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Niggas steady hating me
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
I've been waiting patiently
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed 'cause I'm still here
Why have you forsaken me?
I wonder if a nigga's really blessed
I will be the first man
The man is speaking for you
Give him a chance
The man is speaking for you
God is real
Yes, Lord
Ghetto graduates
He looking down on us
Eternity
He hovers over us
That's how it is
This is Bam
He let us graduate
G-Real Gang
That's what it's like
Zero
That's how it is
Houston, Texas
Ghetto graduates
Love is life, life is love
It's all in my life
Give it to 'em, baby
It's all in my flesh
Why you wanna flex?
Get ready
Why you wanna flex, huh?
God, I love you
The wounds are not healed yet
Give him a chance, God
Even though we can't heal you
They tried, they tried
The wounds are not healed yet
God, do you feel me?