Blessed ​mental (Ft. ​funeral)

[Chorus: Ilymental]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Got money, I couldn't stress
Guap, it got me feeling blessed, yeah
I can't work a 9-5
I'm busy counting checks, yeah
They was talking down on me
Like I ain't been the best, yeah
Pressure on me, there's way too much weight on my back, yeah
I can't even drive and I'm still whipping the scatpack
Choppa got em jumping up and down, like a tapdance
Yes, I keep some tools on my hip, like I'm batman

[Verse 1: Ilymental]
Running to the bag, I been guap-chasing
They stealing my swag, want my sauce plankton
You don't get to brag, you got caught faking
Yeah, I'm in my bag, tell my mom I made it
Yеah I'm in my bag, got a lot of payments
If I make her mad, I'mma drop a statеment
Yeah, I'm thanking god for this guap, like amen
I know that you mad, that I'm up you hate it
I know that you mad that, I'm up that's some jealousy
Step out of the crib, I just put on a margelia tee
They seen I had talent, and they gave me all these penalties
I just dropped two k's on a fit, like I'm kketamine