God Bless Your Heart

I'm on the come up Jump up I pick my gun up Joe Jackson with trapping I beat the sun up That's just how I was brung up Whippings I got a bunch of On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass I'm bumping young bloods Feel like I'm hitchhiking Every flow is a thumbs up I give you my spirit 'til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed It's hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man 'Cause like ornaments on trees That's just how we was hung up One love MTV this is unplugged Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma's lasagna From crafting double entendres The child of Coleman and Tanya Just a gap toothed genius Word to my cousin uh Twist up this ganja 'til I go over yonder They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas I been sponsored off-white since 'Ye lived in the Y'all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap God bless your heart ha God bless your heart yeah huh God bless your heart yeah Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts Yeah God bless your heart I came I saw I conquered like Ceaser said No time Felicia that's what the overachiever said Cydel you a Pyru that's what your teacher said I wrote everything in red 'cause that's what Jesus said My thesis read My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread Matthew was 14 that's what the preacher plead Just a nigga in a Coupe that's what Yeezus said Until you reach the feds ha Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg Niggas wet you while you sleeping you just peed the bed A son on Death Row I'ma die behind these bars 'Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad Put this shit on wax how I used to dip and dab Flipping half I like my cars and my women fast Bitches love my presence 'cause I got the Gift of Gab My matriarch low mileage I APR I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car ha It's 'bout your lineage show 'em I'm not your guinea pig Might fuck a midget and have twins I'm tryna have too many kids Not out of wed lock Never had a scared pops Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop I thought I was a good kid well I guess not A hot boy juvenile was my next stop Breaking through people windows stealing desktops Just a bunch of big dummies the red fox And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong Had to the bitch up cause she was egged on By the best friend had me calling collect home And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong It ain't her fault I was misguided and lead on Huh but I ain't tripping God bless your heart ha God bless your heart yeah huh God bless your heart yeah Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts God bless your heart