Pdot O
God Bless the God Blessed
[Verse]
Yeah
Many nights, I lay awake thinkin' 'bout the great escape
Fuck it I'm just paranoid at tryna be the next great
I lost my pops at 24, I was never ready
Tears ran dry, water tripled like they broke the levy
Dark skies, these dark skies is crippling
The devil still whispers, why the fuck am I still listening?
It's not a game, this pain is self inflicted
Rearrange my thoughts, of course I'm a victim
Convince me I'm a victim! Fuck that, I'm still king
Just tryna crack the system, my example is a mission
I can be the darkest individual, then turn around and be your only light if you need me to
I'm in need of truth, many folks I'm speaking to, grab the pen let my thoughts rain in my scribble book
Some say it's magic, some say it's tragic, only time will tell who's really that sick
My cousin passed in a car crash, that shit really fucked me up, he flew out of the car fast
Sometimes I feel like 'Fuck, this shit a waste of time"
Til someone on Facebook or Twitter hit me with a line
Like P 'Your shit inspiring fam. I was ready to die til you was rhyming again"
So I'ma try again, God truly blessed me, although this fake shit in the game truly stress me
Everybody know I'm hot, been hot since
So fuck you and your whole fuckin' crew if you not convinced
I'm comfortable, my aura is boss
Calculated schemes to win til I'm a cocky king
Ha, nobody spit like this
Nobody put their spirit in a fuckin' track like this
You talk shit then you wonder why I react like this
I'm still hungry, why the helll you think I rap like this? like damn
My mama told me I should come back home, but I struggle cause I feel I'm in the come back zone
So I'm writing prolifically, my calm rap tone is on a hundred
Grab a bitch, then I cum back on her back
Her back slippery, a freak in a minute
She believe in me, she heard that I'm a beast and I'm vicious, like damn
Dear father will I ever be great?
Or am I just another poser trying hard to be Drake? I wonder
Will I ever do away with this pain?
Or am I just fooling myself? I'm going insane
My brother, he's still a need, I pray our father forgive him
I only speak truth in the music or else I just hold it in
Perpetuated passion, my passion is everlasting
This painful paradox I'm placed in is tragic
I'm gambling, gambling my life, like a game of chess
Nothing really matters cause this fame is a lot of stress
And I ain't even really famous, maybe hoping to be
Maybe my destiny's to be the fuckin' hope in the streets
Maybe I'm numb, maybe my heart is cold and I freeze
Or maybe I'm the greatest rapper that composed on a beat
I wonder, dear father, I'm speaking the truth
So let them hear me before my spirit lives in the booth, like damn
Think I'm speaking to my God less but still gon' win, so God bless the God blessed, P