CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
Yeah, God bless your heart
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
Whippings, I got a bunch of
From crafting double entendres
Flipping half
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad

A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
Not out of wedlock
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
I’m on the come up
MTV, this is unplugged

I like my cars and my women fast
[Verse 1]
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids

Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
Huh, but I ain’t tripping
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
God bless your heart, yeah, huh

God bless your heart
Every flow is a thumbs up
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
One love
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
My thesis read
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not

Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
God bless your heart, ha
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
[Verse 2]
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
God bless your heart, yeah
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap
God bless your heart, yeah
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
By the best friend had me calling collect home
God bless your heart, ha
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
That’s just how we was hung up
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
Jump up, I pick my gun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Never had a scared pops
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread