Blessings

[Phonte] After a year of misconceptions Fast food and late night sessions Let down froze out change and redirection Misderected anger and unchanneled aggression And shout out to my crew, word up peace and blessings For keeping me sane through all the stressing Deceating my brain repeating the same unanswered questions J-League blow the spot nigga filmin eleven Serving emcee's like the finest deli contestant But it's more than just spittin flows Yo let me run it down My son is running now The nigga getting old It's time to re-up now and book some bigger shows Hit up on this front money as if you didn't know It's all about plates dog, so fuck your talent show Let's word to 9th sean poo ... We got the world loving it yall Couldn't do it if it wasn't for yall I ain't fuckin wit yall [Hook] [Phonte2] I put my life in my rhyme ya'll that's why I gotta do it Some niggas die nameless Some die without a dollar too it Some niggas set goals but don't ever follow through it So every night I'm saying amen like howard hewett (pronounced hue-wit) Been thinking bout the times when I was stressing and shit When im creatin to the beats niggas is blessin me with It's like the heavens is picked ME to make this delivery See I like making money but I rather make history And I ain't a nigga that's all righteous and spiritual I'm just tryin to be remembered for more than a year or two Chill with my son and play some records in the living room Have him bobbing his head like "yeah pops I'm feeling you" I guess that's why I couldn't fuck with the material Cuz when my album drop it ain't no telling what this shit'll do Whether yall bang it in the parking lot Or sell it for 99 cents in the bargain box Just know a nigga put his heart in it A nigga put his whole heart in it All the pain and the scars in it We gon keep rockin it on to the break of day This real shit yall never take away [Hook2]