Blisters - Nasty C

I was talking to God like I was talking to my bro

He said I gave you what you need to release your inner glow

I don’t know if it was fear but I started feeling cold

Then I pushed myself to do it I found me a piece of gold yeah

Yeah, damn, damn, damn, damn

Damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang)

Damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang), damn (gang, gang)

Gang, gang, gang, gang!

9−1-1 what the fuck?

You too damn dope hands up

You too black too damn ghetto

Strings and Blings too many medals

Too much power for one Zulu man

That’s why I’m out here acting a hooligan

I thank God for blessing me ngempumelelo yeah

When I count my blisters, I count my blessings

Told God I get it

You are now my bestie

Pick me up my bestie

Don’t put me down my bestie

Don’t put me down my bestie

Don’t put me down my bestie

Every scar came with a scandal but it’s nothing Jiggy Jigga can’t handle

Should I tell you I don’t never introduce myself?

And it ain’t cause I ain’t got no manners

Have you ever seen a kid work harder than Nana

I ain’t never had no nana

Niggas hating on me coz they don’t matter

I’m jiggy Jesus in Balenciaga sandals

Now you know, now you know

I’m a goat on the low, I’m a pimp on the low

But I don’t put my hand on a hoe

I’ve been to hell and back, got colder

I was on the dope skipping class like rope

Every single time I go home

I gotta put something on the stove

Count my motherfucking money, it’s funny

I let it have a Roast

It was all or nothing

And I be having gold

Lucky number four you got me through the cold

I’m the chosen one I know it I wrote it down in stone

Don’t test my patience nigga please

It won’t cost much to make you bleed

Watch your tone when you talking to me yeah

Watch your tone when you…

When I count my blisters I count my blessings

Told God I get it

You are now my bestie

Pick me up my bestie

Don’t put me down my bestie

Don’t put me down my bestie