Blessed ft. Schoolboy Q

[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]
What its like for a nigga like me
Livin out his backpack every night needed a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money , two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Fours for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin on them corners late
Pockets wasnt straight, bitch
I aint gon make it at this rate, dawg
Know what Im sayin?
Nigga prayin up to God just hopin that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and its much bigger
But I figured, Id get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas thatll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin hard, dont let em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas thats gon fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
Dont stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my nigga
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck Im posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while Im here huggin on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin of some bullshit to tell him, like
'Itll be okay. Youll be straight, itll be aight.'
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether its money or some weed or puttin in work, fuck it, then Im ridin!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldnt stick around
Told myself that after yall moved that Id be a fuckin fool
To be livin by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain solid brah
Keep playin ball cause its the only way up out it, brah
A nigga proud of ya
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, Ill have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far weve come, but most, Im sorry for your son
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
And you aint gotta shed no tear
Ill be everywhere
And Imma always be right here
I aint forgot those years
Ill be everwhere
But Imma always be right here
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Livin in a premature place - wait
Never grow to see the pearly gates - break
Every time a bullet detonate - dates
Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin you was hearin angelsentertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didnt hit the block again
Thats because the minute after you had knew you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody aint (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, youre blessed
Take advantage, do your best , my nigga
Dont stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
You reject these niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the progress of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my nigga
One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you cant flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city youve built
Thats that, dont trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It aint nothin but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon be winnin
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all
[Hook]