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lirik lagu blessed – tycho cassini

[verse 1]

you know the young kid up in riviera
that say he could ball up in any era
getting more bread than panera
that came up with cravings of diamonds, sierra

leonne, watch your tone when you speak out your mouth
came from the north but gained heat in the south
eating some steak from the mhmm i sold so i guess you can say that i eat by the ounce

slipping down a mu f-cking landslide
can’t get a grip with my hands tied
new shyheim, i’m a manchild
you naive, i’m the man now

stress got me, need a xan now
your best i beat, need to stand out
i never once asked for a handout
keep blowing trees while a motha f-cka branch out

your will on and off like you beee jada
you don’t want nothing with meee, hata
pops up in prison with so many bids that he might as well sit and just ebay

ain’t no ghostwriters no point into writing if you don’t put your legacy on it
ain’t no reciting in real life you fight and i’m fighting no one next to me, silenced

bridge:

critics i did it, the man on a mission, from day one when i
put scissors to ribbon
i snip with precision, there’s levels i get it, but who needs permission to skip all you b-tches

that’s real

i don’t predict futures i create futures
underground flow, make hataz taste sewage
money green, pockets teenage mutant
battle me and get your mothaf-ckin name wounded

[chorus (x2)]

toast if you blessed and you know it
peace to the check as i blow it
empty the bank and i throw it
benjamin franklin aroma

i will dictate how it’s going
my call to make like shogun
i set the flame then i reload it
i’m in a state of explosion

[verse 2]

i was selling hard through the hard times
streets so dark on the north side
uh, leading the fight i was fearing my life every time i turned the doorkn-b

oh you think you think i’m soft now?
you got nowhere to go now
on the block again
no baha men but i had to let the muf-ckin dogs out

a go getter never say go figure
rob em of their toast then i toast my hittaz
shooter on my hip, got a ruger in my grip and
shoot em in their whip watch em ghost ride with it

heads up like a coin toss with it
trap house small, got a full sized kitchen
name of the game, and came from the game now i coach my wisdom j stackhouse with it

this my house pay in cash my tenants
don’t make go and pull the black ski mask fellas
my last sentence gon’ be the mac spitting
let shots ring imma black out sinning

can’t block my vision the fox sly with it
as my hataz fall my top drop with em
all this white girl on me got the white showing
like the muf-cking stomach of some crop top b-tches, tell the

bridge:

critics i did it, the man on a mission, from day one when i
put scissors to ribbon
i snip with precision, there’s levels i get it, but who needs permission to skip all you b-tches

that’s real

[bridge]

i don’t predict futures i create futures
underground flow, make hataz taste sewage
money green, pockets teenage mutant
battle me and get your mothaf-ckin name wounded

[chorus (x2)]

toast if you blessed and you know it
peace to the check as i blow it
empty the bank and i throw it
benjamin franklin aroma

i will dictate how it’s going
my call to make like shogun
i set the flame then i reload it
i’m in a state of explosion
x2

- tycho cassini

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