Eric Martin, JL Heat - Blessings lyrics

Ayy all these blessings
Ayy, ain't this what you been waiting for?
Lets get it! Ay Ay Yuh

You can’t rep the squad cause your too fraud
Universal bars
Got some stars on fingers none
Of my diamonds flawed
What’s the call bosses move in
Silence call me JL Ross
Father God give me strength so I
Can work the grave yard
Night shift 3 am I’ll sacrifice my bed
Just so I can whip
New Mercedes-Benz painted red
With them peanut butter guts drop the
Top and watch it spread
But I get to stay focused stay
Lock in like some dreads
On your head is where I tread
Boy you know you need to stop it
All I’ll ever need is my family and my wallet
(Yeah) bounce out like hydraulics if
Your touching my deposit's
You should just be honest I'm
Your new favorite hot topic
Walk it like I talk it so
I'm strolling with big pockets
My family full of saints jesus
Pieces what im rocking
Bold is what im talking come get
Plugged in like a socket
Erou like Ginobli stephen curry
How i'm balling woah

We grinding to the bag
We rocking designer rags
What a life what a time we
Have my hands raise up
And I thank God for the blessings
For the blessings for the blessings
For the blessings yeah yeah
(Thank you God for the blessing yeah)

Beamer Benz or Bentley either one
I see you envy
I wouldn't try to set her off
I heard that she ain't friendly

Please do not compare because
I’m not your ordinary
I surfing my own wave while
Y’all swimming in a frenzy
Look I can’t blend in cause
Im born to stand out
Zoom out come and see exactly
What I’m talking bout
People hate me when I’m up but
Love when I’m in my down
Catch me lurking in the product in
The details where I’m found
Emerald cuts all in my hand
20 50’s in a band keep it rolling no sedan
Baby this is not a scam
I do not flex for the gram
Cause I pop like pakistan
Lay it out like diagrams
I don’t think you’d understand
Paid in full no killa cam
Cause I’m back by high demand
Chicken dinner timberlands
Pulling strings like a rock band
Yamborginis in my dreams rIP to ASAP Yams
King disguised by the world
All these blessings in my hands ay

We grinding to the bag
We rocking designer rags
What a life what a time we
Have my hands raise up
And I thank God for the blessings
For the blessings for the blessings
For the blessings yeah yeah (Thank you God)