2 Chainz – 55 Times Lyrics

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[Intro]
Speak
I can’t
You must, it’s our only hope
Folks, I’m here to tell you, we lost our way
Greed has poisoned our souls
Contaminated the world with hate
We have never been more miserable
And the black men, victims of a system that lies in torture
Yeah
Incoming

[Chorus]
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang, ’cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin’ wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

[Verse 1]
When they told me Johnny died, I couldn’t believe that shit
My whole studio off the net, I had to leave that shit
They said “Cuz, send him through”, so Big must’ve knew
See where I’m from, your heart will turn into an igloo
See they resent you, simply because they ain’t you
Didn’t even have can openers for canned food
Anger issues, goin’ cashews
Sellin’ packs and ashews so hence the attitude
Goin’ animal, gettin’ treated like one
Over 21, black and livin’, you an icon
Pay for a funeral, find out he snitched, want a refund
If you get robbed more than once, that’s a rerun
Shoot out at East Point, Escobar and eat lunch
You know what kind of home I came from, I got free lunch
Free Baby and I’m sorry I ain’t kept in touch
There’s so many people I take care of every month, Lord

[Chorus]
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang, ’cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin’ wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

[Verse 2]
I’m in that black on black, black on black crime zone
Please don’t let them take your life about them rhinestones
I’m from where you sell a brick, that’s a milestone
If you got some good dope, the line’s a mile long
Gotta be in ya, not on ya like a chromosome
My best friend when I was trappin’ was the mobile phone
(Hello, blrt, blrt!) Hello, Hello, where you at?
I need more, then say less, uh
The mink I got, pet detective mad ’bout this shit
Gotta brag ’bout this shit
‘Cause me and mama had a sofa that we had to split
Before I left, I heard Banks say, “Pass the stick”
Now if we talkin’ magazines, It’s a lot of issues
But if you see it in black and white, it is so official
And the bro sent me a gift, along with a scripture
It said, “When you shoot your shot, make sure you’re the pistol” (Bow!)

[Chorus]
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
God keep on blessin’ me, I’m doin’ somethin’ right
My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys
He tried to call us a gang, ’cause we were organized
Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes
Somethin’ wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

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