Pobill - Blessings on me Lyrics

Young Nigga feeling sick but we gon carry on
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
So much blessings on my sleeve, my shoulders need support
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Father pour blessings on me ahh Ahh
Father pour blessings on me ahh ahh
We broke but we go carry on
Fakers smiling to my face
Told them I was hungry found jealousy on my plate
Now we recording again
Chasing racks in a rush
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Feeling different, I'm from Pluto, no mosquito
I mind my business, I don't have a job
Sacrificing all my ego for people
Talking to Jesus one more in my cup
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Father pour blessings on me ahh Ahh
Father pour blessings on me ahh ahh
We broke but we go carry on
Fakers smiling to my face
Told them I was hungry found jealousy on my plate
Now we recording again
Chasing racks in a rush
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Young Nigga feeling sick but we gon carry on
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
So much blessings on my sleeve, my shoulders need support
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Father pour blessings on me ahh Ahh
Father pour blessings on me ahh ahh
We broke but we go carry on
Fakers smiling to my face
Told them I was hungry found jealousy on my plate
Now we recording again
Chasing racks in a rush
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Feeling different, I'm from Pluto, no mosquito
I mind my business, I don't have a job
Sacrificing all my ego for people
Talking to Jesus one more in my cup
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Father pour blessings on me ahh Ahh
Father pour blessings on me ahh ahh
We broke but we go carry on
Fakers smiling to my face
Told them I was hungry found jealousy on my plate
Now we recording again
Chasing racks in a rush
This how we living, this is life back in the trench
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah