We made it through

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through

(Bongo By The Way)

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

I woke up early my born day

Oh what a blessing, to pass 27

When you from the Raq when your class was in session and

Niggas catch bullets like pass interception

I saw the depression in 4K

Watching my story play out in Chicago

Stressing my eyes low, should be in Norway

I had no tour dates then only court dates

I'm on my second gun case

Stacking lawyer fees that I was stressing to pay

It's like keeping my peace was disturbing my peace

Acting ludacris driving my blessings away

Meditations on if XXXtentacion had ever made it to an age

Old enough to write his wrongs and

Turn the page

Thankful life's been long enough to learn the way

I give all the praise to God, I heard em say

The devil's a lie, the devil's a lie

I used to write lyrics predicting I'd die

Alhumdillilah, I'm one with my god

My number is prime, we never divide

Providing my blessings to use, for the world

R.I.P. Juice

For every legend under 27 I'm forever flexing till I'm 72

I feel alive, I feel alive

Like I can breathe for the first time

I could've died so many times

I left my sins at the church house

Blessings on blessings all on me

Blessings on blessings on me, me

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through

Here go that king talk

Watch how a king walk

All over the track like I'm Jack on the Beanstalk

These giants ain't seen nothing

Often, I find myself giving thanks, ay ay

A masterpiece god dipped in paint, ay ay

If you hold your breath till I lose, uh uh

I promise you'll pass out and faint

Don't hit your head, b***h you fed

Up off the ledge, off a bridge with no net

Hop off the jet in my future vision I would call collect

In my past when my dad was locked in the feds, but now

Still on Earth, but I see Heaven, uh

Sinning and talk to the reverend, uh

Word to my gang on the seven, uh

Thank god for these blessings

Super Good

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through

We made it through