Benediction Lyrics by August Alsina
[Feat. Rick Ross]
[Hook: August Alsina]
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
People dying all around me
So I gave you my testimony
We were down from the beginning
When the world wasn't listening
Now that I got your attention
Let us in with the benediction
[Verse 1: August Alsina]
My father up in heaven
I pray you free me from my demons and keep me level
I know you kept my out of prison where I was headed
When I heard someone killed my brother, one-eighty-seven
I hope he made it to your presence
For me he was a blessing, at least I know he's resting
And he ain't out here stressing
Tryna get to the good life and out of this hood life
I pray that my step-pops lay off that crack pipe
So mama could sleep at night, I know it's been hard on her
I was ripping through the streets, it was hard for her
Now I'm up in hotels on the ocean shore
When I was sleeping on the floor at the corner store
But I made it, and I made me
I know I did wrong, I prayed to God he would save me
Cause I made it, it didn't kill me, so it made me stronger
I pray to God that you feel me, that you feel me...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Bottle after bottle, snatching belly out the bucket
Righting all my wrongs, these homies out here thuggin'
Pray for benediction, pretty women on my premise
Condos out in Cabo, screaming "GABOS" to my nemesis
[Feat. Rick Ross]
[Hook: August Alsina]
Started off in the streets
We would take collection from the fiends
People dying all around me
So I gave you my testimony
We were down from the beginning
When the world wasn't listening
Now that I got your attention
Let us in with the benediction
[Verse 1: August Alsina]
My father up in heaven
I pray you free me from my demons and keep me level
I know you kept my out of prison where I was headed
When I heard someone killed my brother, one-eighty-seven
I hope he made it to your presence
For me he was a blessing, at least I know he's resting
And he ain't out here stressing
Tryna get to the good life and out of this hood life
I pray that my step-pops lay off that crack pipe
So mama could sleep at night, I know it's been hard on her
I was ripping through the streets, it was hard for her
Now I'm up in hotels on the ocean shore
When I was sleeping on the floor at the corner store
But I made it, and I made me
I know I did wrong, I prayed to God he would save me
Cause I made it, it didn't kill me, so it made me stronger
I pray to God that you feel me, that you feel me...
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Bottle after bottle, snatching belly out the bucket
Righting all my wrongs, these homies out here thuggin'
Pray for benediction, pretty women on my premise
Condos out in Cabo, screaming "GABOS" to my nemesis