Blessed (feat. Xcape , Naz and The Gospel Family) (Remastered)

[Intro — spoken, smug] Oh, you hate me? Baby, that’s a full-time job. And you’re doing overtime. I appreciate that Try harder ! Ok? Thank you nexxxxxxxxxt! [Verse 1] You know my moves, my moods, my discography My mythology,my anthology huh That’s not a hater, that’s unpaid biography You screenshot, speculate, fabricate a narrative A creepy fan in a hypocrite’s routine You’re not a hater, you’re a creepy fan A hypocrisy stan with a counterfeit plan You throw the first stone, then you clutch your pearls Play the victim when the tables do a twirl Huh did I just clocked you? Sorry [Pre-Chorus] You came with venom, I came with receipts Now you’re writing sad threads from the front-row seats All that duplicity, all the audacity dressed up so lame You lit the match, now you’re crying about the flame [Chorus] “I don’t know them”— Mariah said it best You hate me so much, got my face on your chest Front-row at my life, still backstabbing in the dark “I still don’t get them” I’m said it to the rest You’re my biggest fan with a hate-page badge Grudges making people miserable and ugly darling, bless your soul You came for the crown, left obsessed with the throne Oh Jesus bless them soul Bless them soul Bless them soul Bless bless Ohhhhhh bless Bad bitch , dark shit , fuck this Bless your soul If it’s not enough Then I don’t know [Verse 2] I’m an Aries, impulsive, a bitch hard-taker I’ll say it to your face, no anonymous behavior I’m real, not rehearsed, no simulacrum sheen huh huh You manufacture victimhood; I manufacture a crime scenes (bang bang !) [intruments drop gun shot with a bit of aggression synth] [this verse Half sing half rap] [verse 3 - half sing half rap still melodic flow] Your whole discography’s ephemeral flex Designer on credit, no substance in the text I’ll dissect that flow with rhetorical precision PAC, Biggie, Snoop and Mariah raised my diction You sell ostentation, I sell the quotation Your bars need life support and lyrical resuscitation Call it perspicacity, call it divine intervention I turn your little tantrum into free promotion [Pre-Chorus] You came with venom, I came with receipts Now you’re writing sad threads from the front-row seats All that duplicity, all the audacity dressed up so lame You lit the match, now you’re crying about the flame [Chorus] “I don’t know them”— Mariah said it best You hate me so much, got my face on your chest Front-row at my life, still backstabbing in the dark “I still don’t get them” I’m said it to the rest You’re my biggest fan with a hate-page badge Grudges making people miserable and ugly darling, bless your soul You came for the crown, left obsessed with the throne Oh Jesus bless them soul Bless them soul Bless them soul Bless bless Ohhhhhh bless Bad bitch , dark shit , fuck this Bless your soul If it’s not enough Then I don’t know [Bridge — beat strips back] Ad hominem, but never an argument Big feelings, little facts — what a predicament You wanted a reaction, congratulations, babe Now go frame this verse and put it by your hate page [Last Chorus — full beat, ad-libs] “I don’t know them”— Mariah said it best You hate me so much, got my face on your chest Front-row at my life, still backstabbing in the dark “I still don’t get them” I’m said it to the rest You’re my biggest fan with a hate-page badge Grudges making people miserable and ugly darling, bless your soul You came for the crown, left obsessed with the throne Oh Jesus bless them soul Bless them soul Bless them soul Bless bless Ohhhhhh bless Bad bitch , dark shit , fuck this Bless your soul If it’s not enough Then I don’t know