COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I went to thirteen schools by the age of fourteen You know that type of shit can fuck up your self-esteem Adapted to the drug game 'cause we couldn't make the league Niggas and hardships go together like Brillo and fiends, can't even dream I felt like when my album dropped, I would be outta here Fucked around, landlord said, "Get out of here" Can't no nigga tell me nothing, my daddy hardly here Yeah, this shit hurt like if your girl fucked your partner 'dem From whеre they sellin' pussy and choppеrs is bustin' My mama's sister helped raise me, let's ante up the budget Fuck what a pig meant, the cops arrest me for my color Put your hands where I can see, but we never was busters So as the dealer drive by, pockets on CSI Feastin' on insecurities, dessert was the evil pie Nothin' but future heartbreak and pain for mama's youngest child My world is upside down, bitch, I can see the sky, no need to lie [Chorus] Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed Feelin' like a million even though I'm still in debt Dirt all on my name, you gotta give that shit a rest Feelin' like a million even though I'm still in debt Oh yeah, I'm blessed You a paper chaser, you got your Glock on fire Remainin' a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, you makin' nothin' out of somethin' You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' [Verse 2] My uncle told me, "Don't be no ho, bro, just show some heart" My granny knew they failed me, so time, she devoted more Where niggas'll take a life just out of spite and no regard You spray at us, just know we bustin' back like Rosa Parks My mother's denial, my sister helped fight her addiction But as the cocaine would bubble, my conscience would blister My people grew distant Youngins is beefin', my elders dyin' from hypertension (Yeah) What type of life is this, man? Lost ones I used to ball with, Kenny, Tyler, and sixth man Dealin' with all this bullshit, I feel just like a Knicks fan Oh, yeah, the ones that used to shit on me, look now, they pockets just low These niggas used to be magic, but they ain't got it no more Needed mama, Johnny told her that he gon' cry if she leave Project baby, smokers traded hard cash for EBT From a place where shooters got babyfaces like L.A. Reid No mistake, it's never luck when you take a chance on these dreams (Blessed) [Chorus] Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed Feelin' like a million even though I'm still in debt Dirt all on my name, you gotta give that shit a rest Feelin' like a million even though I'm still in debt Oh yeah, I'm blessed You a paper chaser, you got your Glock on fire Remainin' a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, you makin' nothin' out of somethin' You handle your biz and don't be cryin' and sufferin' [Outro] Old pussy-ass, lame-ass, ho-ass nigga, we been gettin' money Check the score