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lirik lagu cozmo - it's a blessing

[intro: bob marley & interviewer]
i mean, what number, how mu~ how much is a lot of money?
that’s a good question. have you made, say, millions of dollars?
no
are you a rich man?
when you mean rich, what you mean?
you have a lot of possessions? lot of money in the bank?
possession make you rich?
i no~ i no have that type of richness
my richness is life

[verse 1: cozmo]
yeah, yo
you lookin’ at the john gotti of rap
grip the shotty for a hobby, i’ll probably body a track
i ain’t never flashed a stack on the ‘gram, i let it stack
cause rats is how you end up in the back of a van
know the streets like the back of my hand
when i was packagin’ grams, living with moms, tryna stack for the fam
i had already mastered the plan, low key though
thе realest rapper living this sh~t with no еgo
but don’t get it twisted, the team is armed heavily
never burn bridges, i’m in it for longevity
thinkin’ ahead of me, kinda different now that my son grown
used to want the fame, now i’d rather remain unknown
street ties with k!llers, we been realer
top down in the winter, rocking a chinchilla
don ferragamo, y’all do the most in your posts
we get bread by the loaf, you barely on though
be on forever, so if you my day one
then when the cheddar come, we gon’ be on together
from sessions with doc dre, to strip clubs with max b
been gettin’ money tax~free, you can ask p
yeah, it’s cozmo!
[chorus: sy ari da kid]
it’s a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon’ respect it
might just hit the block before i eat breakfast
used to starve, on god, i’m goin’ hard everywhere i go
it’s good investments (that’s it)
outta town, everything ain’t domestic
i seen things that’ll change your perspective
respect my name, the same for my bredrin

[verse 2: styles p]
cross me~ get beheaded and your whole crew deaded (hahaha)
got a pocket full of paper, but i’m thinkin’ bout the credit (i’m thinkin’)
stickin’ to the job, i ain’t thinkin’ bout the marriage (uh uh)
just the checking and the saving and the debit (that’s all)
told my n~~~~ coz, i’m married to the mob (married)
i elope with the smoke for the rhymes, hand to god (hand to god)
if i said i’m writin’, i’m probably writin’ a check
it’s a mirror in the gym if them n~~~~~ wanna flex
cause i hit him in the neck, while he reading on his texts (you wanna get hit?)
but i’m tryna live righteous, you can put it on the set (d~block)
know the game and the players, but i never knew a ref (never)
so it’s funny that my name means som’n on a check (mr. styles)
tryna handle my b.i
while i’m knockin’ on [?] (what up)
only smoke weed, don’t never hand me a ci[gar] (never)
doin’ dirt off the stoop since i was knee~high
stab him in the knee, give him weed, tell him “be high”
ghost, n~~~~
[chorus: sy ari da kid]
it’s a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon’ respect it
might just hit the block before i eat breakfast
used to starve, on god, i’m goin’ hard everywhere i go
it’s good investments (that’s it)
outta town, everything ain’t domestic
i seen things that’ll change your perspective
respect my name, the same for my bredrin

[verse 3: conway the machine]
uh, 2020 benz, bought that for my b~tch
ain’t drop a album yet, but you can’t deny the fact that i’m rich (i’m up, n~~~~)
i got flee with me, and woe keep the ratchet on hip (woe)
you know you gettin’ whacked if his trigger finger happen to itch (boom boom boom)
i’m runnin’ down if i happen to flip
i clap you and dip (huh) you a b~tch
f~ck around and get smacked in your lips (hahaha)
i don’t need rap, i get packages shipped
i’m gettin’ rich off the gas and the raps that i spit (talk to ‘em)
my man caught a body in ‘bama facin’ capital murder (huh)
he said “you lit, n~~~~”
i said “i’m just scratchin’ the surface” (i’m just starting)
went from sn~tchin’ them purses to trappin’ and servin’ (woo)
to being on jimmy fallon and rappin’ my verses (facts)
uh, we was movin’ raw to get the newest cars (uh huh)
now i cop those just from spewin’ bars (‘kay)
yeah, all praises due to allah
it’s the machine, alhamdulillah, ah (woo, ah)
[chorus: sy ari da kid]
it’s a blessing, pay your dues and the streets gon’ respect it
might just hit the block before i eat breakfast
used to starve, on god, i’m goin’ hard everywhere i go
it’s good investments (that’s it)
outta town, everything ain’t domestic
i seen things that’ll change your perspective
respect my name, the same for my bredrin

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