Wonder if I'm Blessed

(*talking*)

Dear Lord, this is your boy Bam

Can't nobody do what you done done God

One of the ghetto graduates, three men in here

Ready to deliver, number one, all they internal sins

On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let

You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us

Allah, you number one

[Wood]

Well it's my return, and I've been gone for too long

I'm in a different state of mind, yeah Wood is in the zone

Demonstrate the arsenal head shots, with red dots and wet spots

Soaking shirts up, till my churf up with red spots

Bag of leaves and the chronic trees, South Texas ki's and let you weed

They jacking leaves for cake and cheese, I make the G's and you may believe

Shouldn't wish up on your clover leaf, wishing up on a star

Losing my memory behind a bar, all I want is drank out the jar

Locked in the Penn talking back to the guards, shooting the kite

Taking the back of my broad, pulling a candy Lac in my yard

Strapped up talking back to you boys, I'm armed alarmed and informed

And I'm hollin' on my own, for the rings to the pawn

Gotta pass up the coin, to the Tre where I was born

Wood, and I'm hot as a fire place, in a eskimo's house

You get the, you get the, you get the splinters in your mouth

Quinbrown my hardest hood close to downtown, round for round

And pound for pound, I'm making you bitch boys bow down

[Chorus]

I've been waiting patiently

I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here

Niggas steady, hating me

I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here

I've been waiting patiently

I wonder if a nigga's really blessed, cause I'm still here

Why does he forsaken me

I wonder if a nigga's really blessed

[Chill]

It ain't my fault, my Lord please forgive me for static

But I had that line in my T.V., and being broke and don't have it

I'm playing a deadly game of chess, over rugers and vests

Ride on hollow tips when I'm spitting, still into the flesh

Thug wounds got me paranoid, tattooed and scarred

Running away from the fraud, hiding behind tint in the car

I'm blowing sweet after sweet, real niggas in her feel me

Surrand wrapping the duffle bag, swang bitching to bust me

I'm bout my paper, my Lord please don't let it be in vein

I got a son two little girls, and they got hustle in they vein

Kamikaze with an infrared, scoping my mind

Puffing on lime swinging on 20's, bumping low on the ground

Satellite shaking bitches, putting cameras on cords

Puff the yay and pass the weed, cause everybody love marijuana

I'ma slap for you nigga, two hundred fifty on concrete

Moved patiently and silently, you dialing nigga

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]

I watch my life pass me by, in the blink of an eye

Another stick of fry, cause the regular weed no longer get me high

Popping extasy like Aspirin, come down a nigga block blasting

You don't wanna meet that reaper nigga, you hoes come off my cash man

I'm trying to keep it holy, this thug life keep calling my name

Every now and then I take a loss, but see that's all in the game

Look at what you did to me, I'm free but I'm still living on lie

Everyday it's one mo' murder, one mo' partna that drop

I wonder if the sun shines on the other side

Cause I bet my mama ain't seen a rainy day, since she died

I'm a living legend still in the flesh, automatic assault rifle and a vest

Cause my partnas try to put me to rest

So I treat my pistol like a queen, as I fiend for the green

And I never put anyone before my bitch, I'm jealous as I service my beam

A murdering team, forgive me for my sins O'Lord

But I'm trying to make it, cause this ghetto life is so hard

[Chorus]

(*talking*)