God Bless Your Heart

I'm on the come up, jump up, I pick my gun up

Joe Jackson we trapping, I beat the sun up

That just how I was brung up, whippings, I got a bunch of

On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass, I'm bumping YoungBloodz

Feel like I'm hitchhiking, every flow is a thumbs up

I give you my spirit till all my ****' wrists is un-cuffed

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 mama's lasagna

From crafting double entendres, the child of Coleman and Tanya

Just a gap-toothed genius, word to my cousin Jalonda, uh

Twist up this ganja till I come over yonder

They say I got too much will like twenty-fours on Hondas

I've been sponsored off white since Ye lived in the 'Go

You **** slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

God bless your heart, ha

God bless your heart, yeah, ha

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 Caesar said

No time for leisure, that's what the overachiever says

Cydel, you a Piru, that's what your teacher spread

I wrote everything in red 'cause that's what Jesus said

My thesis read

My partner fed fishscale to the whole village for a piece of bread

Matthew was fourteen, that's what the preacher plead

Just a **** in a coupe, that's what Yeezus said

Until you reach the feds, huh

'Cause them boys'll hide your like a Easter egg

**** wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed

Afeni's son on Death Row, I'ma die behind these bars

'Cause when I put the pen to pad, they should make them pimp my pad

Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab

Flipping halves, I like my cars and my women fast

Bitches love my presence 'cause I got the gift of gab

My matriarch, low mileage, high APR

I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, huh

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 wedlock, never had a scared pops

Worked three jobs, overtime 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, Lamont's to Redd Foxx

And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong

Had to yolk the bitch up 'cause she was egged on

By the best friend, got me calling collect home

And she fucked my best partner, knowing she dead wrong

It ain't her fault I was misguided, then lead on

Huh, but I ain't tripping

God bless your heart, ha

God bless your heart, yeah, ha

God bless your heart, yeah

Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts

God bless your heart