God Bless Your Heart Lyrics - Cyhi The Prynce

I'm on the come up 

Jump up, I pick my gun up 

Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up 

That's just how I was brung up 

Whippings, I got a bunch of 

On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass 

I'm bumping YoungBloodZ (U Way) 

Feel like I'm hitchhiking 

Every flow is a thumbs up 

I give you my spirit 'til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed 

It's hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man 

'Cause like ornaments on trees 

That's just how we was hung up 

One love 

MTV, this is unplugged 

Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma's lasagna 

From crafting double entendres 

The child of Coleman and Tanya 

Just a gap-toothed genius 

Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh 

Twist up this ganja 'til I go over yonder 

They say I got too much will, like 24s on Hondas 

I been sponsored off-white since 'Ye lived in the 'go 

Y'all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap 

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God bless your heart, ha 

God bless your heart, yeah, huh 

God bless your heart, yeah 

Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts 

Yeah, God bless your heart 

I came, I saw, I conquered like Caesar said 

"No time for leisure," that's what the overachiever saids 

"Cydel, you a Pyru," that's what your teacher spread 

I wrote everything in red 'cause that's what Jesus said 

My thesis read 

My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread 

"Matthew was 14," that's what the preacher plead 

"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that's what Yeezus said 

Until you — reach the feds, ha 

Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg 

Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just pee'd the bed 

A fiending son on Death Row, I'ma die behind these bars 

'Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad 

Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab 

Flipping half 

I like my cars and my women fast 

Bitches love my presence 'cause I got the Gift of Gab 

My matriarch low mileage, I APR 

I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha 

It's 'bout your lineage, show 'em I'm not your guinea pig 

Might fuck a midget and have twins, I'm tryna have too many kids 

Not out of wedlock 

Never had a scared pops 

Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop 

I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not 

A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop 

Breaking through people windows stealing desktops 

Just a bunch of big dummies Lamont's the red fox 

And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong 

Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on 

By the best friend had me calling collect home 

And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong 

It ain't her fault, I was misguided and lead on 

Huh, but I ain't tripping 

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God bless your heart, ha 

God bless your heart, yeah, huh 

God bless your heart, yeah 

Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts 

God bless your heart