A Blessing Video (MV)

Too fast too pass me or lap me
In the race to the money
The black gatsby
Don't ask me
Why they tried to entrap me
Single-Handily point to my ass and
Behind the glass me
Ride along this odyssey
Oh yeah the mob with me
They'll catch a charge pay the
Bondsmen and slide with me
Feel familiar dawg take a pause and
Just vibe with me
Ride with me
Get your assaults
And walk beside of me
March to marshal law
You ready for war then hire me
My app was submitted in weeks ago Don't lie to me
Put that shit in on the fourth why
You trying me
Beam to his eye then retire them
Who try to oppose
Man it's like striking
A stoge when I fire it
It ain't coach if im flying
Sipping wine
Looking out the window
And a nigga chewing
Slow on oxycontin
Headphones on
That shit hard head bobbin
Plan ahead for the trip
Who bed Ima be rocking
Shit since eleven
I've been a damn problem
Aunt Betty used to call me a reverend
Like X in Harlem
Black godly nigga
Flexing with the father
Black mob nigga
I want five percent of the profits
Other ninety-five percent
Of it in my pockets
Cause it's money on my mind
Like wayne the second carter
Used to be the charmer
Up in the good honda
Now I want the beamer
Bentley listening to nirvana
If your listening your honor
I ask for prayer for judgement
For the plugs that's locked in for
Bricks they harbored
Pardon em judge we just fathers
With felonious records
For weapons and robbing
We didn't even know when our next
Meal was next and we starving
Now we spitting flows
Checks upon checks
Cause our comments
Mixed with rhythm and blues
Brown liquor and tonic
If you feel it
You supposed to it's iconic
You know why
Cause epic is every session
Every song is a lesson recorded
For the listener's discretion
A blessing
I saI'd epic is every session
Every song is a lesson recorded for
The listener's discretion a blessing
Cats'll blast gats
At yo mama for extra commas
Three piece suit lg
The black sinatra
Living the american dream
Don't get it wrong
They taxing a nigga
Me and and uncle sam
Dont get along
I Been a blood hound
Not every dog should get a bone
Is it considered suicide if I try to kill
My clones when in rome
Burn the city to the ground
And merc caesar
Nigga I'm on my job
Like immigrants with work visas
Call of duty regime
Don't ever camp on me
I'm hands on
I draw blood like a tampon string
You ain't got a leg to stand on b
We'll get you blammed
Arm leg leg head arm
Don't amp on me
Besides Rajanine
And this mirror of mine
The only thing close to me is
A proximity mine
I was gonna retire
Drop my pen and resign
Then Joe Called and said yo
You Got to kill 'em this time
And I obliged