Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, like fuck you mean
Don't fuck with me
Grind it, grind it, grind it, grind it

Yeah, I keep on going, you know I won't stop
I be counting my blessings, me counting my blessings, yeah
Ay, ay
I be counting my blessings

I can't get too comfortable, I stay on my tens
So don't try to test me
I gotta run it up, give me a million
You see it, I live it, I'm being the best

I got a new bitch and that bitch is so bad
My lap is just hers, she saying she miss me
I get what I'm cooking, it's fire, come get you a taste
It's my own little personal recipe

This should be therapy
I got so much on my mind when I rap it
Just give me some clarity
Can't compare me to none of these rappers

They ain't in my league, we have no similarity
These niggas be fake as a bitch
I can't put none of my trust in these niggas
Ain't no solidarity

I can't keep giving them all of this game for free
Cause they start to think I'm just a charity
I see the hate through this Gucci ballerina
My bitch say she got a problem with sharing me

Take everything to the highest severity
This shit embarrassing, chasing prosperity
Yeah, ain't no more love cause they constantly hatin
You know I'm the realest, ain't nothing for debate

You know I'm the realest, you just can't relate
Cause I do what it takes to be one of the greatest
I know that they pussy, they ain't really bout it
And I can just tell from the look on they face

I can tell, I'm a little different, I gotta go get it
I promise that I'll do whatever it takes
And I know how to hustle, I ain't have a option
And that was the way we put food on the plate

I remember one time, the pack didn't touch
I know we had to go find a whole nother way
And they go to a whole nother state
And just pick up a pack from a plug that we ain't really know

Everyone nervous as fuck and they holdin' they guns
Cause they ain't know how this would go
And the world is so cold, every man for they self
And sometimes you just gotta be ready to blow

Everything went good, we put the pack in the subwoofer
Then we got back on the road
And I let my bitch drive, her record is clean
And the car's legit and y'all plus she a dime

And I put her on game, so if 12 pull us over
I already know that we gonna be fine
I'm busy as fuck, so if you call in
It ain't bout the money, I'm pressing decline

The plug gave me four, he was impressed
Cause I flipped it and then I went back for nine
The cat of my blessings, I can't get too comfortable
I stay on my tens, so don't try to test me

I gotta run it up, give me a million
You see it, I live it, I'm being the best
I got a new bitch and that bitch is so bad
My lap is just hurting, she saying she miss me

They hear what I'm cooking, it's fine
Come get you a taste, it's my own little personal recipe
counting my blessings
counting my blessings, counting my blessings, yeah

counting my blessings