Blessings (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Anderson .Paak, BJ The Chicago Kid, Raury & Jamila Woods)

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I speak of promise land

Soil as soft as momma's hands

Running water, standing still

Endless fields of daffodils and chamomile

Rice under black beans

Walked into Apple with cracked screens

And told prophetic stories of freedom

Found warmth in a black queen for when I get cold

Like Nat King, I'm doing the dad thing

I speak of wondrous unfamiliar lessons from childhood

Make you remember how to smile good

I'm pre-currency post-language, anti-label

Pro-famous, I'm Broadway Joe Namath

Kanye's best prodigy

He ain't signed me but he proud of me

I got some ideas that you gotta see

Make a vid with shawty and they ship it like the odyssey

They never seen a rapper practice modesty

I never practice, I only perform

I don't even warn, I don't eat it warm, I won't be reborn

I speak to God in public, I speak to God in public

He keep my rhymes in couplets

He think the new shit jam, I think we mutual fans

I used to dance to Michael, I used to dance in high school

I used to pass out music, I still pass out music

The people's champ must be everything the people can't be

I'm getting artsy-farsy, house full of some Hebru Brantleys

You must've missed the come up, I must be all I can be

Call me Mister Mufasa, I had to master stampedes

I made it through, made it through, made it through

And everything I gave to you, I gave to you, I gave to you

You got it, you got it, you got it, it's coming (It's coming, coming, coming)

So are you ready?