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A Maman Music - Count Your Blessings Lyrics

[Intro: Big Hit]
Look
I don't how the fuck I'm still here
I don't how the fuck I made it, blood

[Pre-Chorus: Big Hit]
Count your blessings
A nigga point-blank range, a nigga missed me
Count your blessings
Murked a nigga broad day, no witness

[Chorus: Figg Rarri & Killa Twan]
Came from the bottom like adoption
Growin' up, always on nonsense
I almost lost it, but I got it
Loyalty is your profit
I hear your cap, you can stop it
My mama told me, "Keep it solid" (Look, look, look)

[Verse 1: Killa Twan]
Fuck 12 and my opps from the other side (Fuck 'em)
Gunfire'll make a nigga mama cry (Brrt)
When she get the call, her son been in a homicide (Yeah)
He made the newspaper's front page headlines (Ah)
They call me "Killa" 'causе I murder (Killa)
Bust on anybody, I be purgin' (Boom)
If it's beef, you gettin' flippеd like a burger
Thirty on me like I'm Stephen Curry, ya heard me?
[Verse 2: LongBodyy]
Ayy, ayy
The real wolves, my niggas been huntin'
Play a Rubik's Cube with yo' block, yeah, we gon' spin somethin'
I can't even pull up on this bitch unless she send somethin'
It's 2024 and niggas still flexin' ten hundreds
Count your blessings and quit the stressin', nigga, keep it pushin'
I ain't got no money in my pocket, I don't need no pussy
Came to change the game, that little nigga from the snake pits
Youngin have emotion, but we thuggin', blood, we take risks, nigga

[Verse 3: Figg Rarri]
Countin' up my blessings, I keep on countin' 'cause they keep on comin'
Workin' out on money treadmills, that's why I keep on runnin'
I ain't nothin' like yo' kid, who the fuck you think you sonnin'?
Ain't write when I was in the pen, how you think you my brother?
Spinnin' on yo' block just like a boomerang
Come to pop shops and throw Ls 'cause I'm from different lanes
Hundred eleven streets, I been thuggin' since the jit-jit
I been with some killers and some robbers, they on woo shit

[Verse 4: Big Hit]
Woah, shit
Track down this chili like a bounty hunter
Run down so much money, nigga tired of runnin'
I sick them Pasadena hyenas on ya
No passes at the function, pullin' up and get to funkin'
I was raised up the street from the snake pits (Snake pit)
So I'm used to the snake shit
Get in my face, get a face lift (Face lift)
Just tryna ball and bake grits
Steamed crab, grilled lobster, bake fish (Bake fish)
[Pre-Chorus: Big Hit]
Count your blessings
A nigga point-blank range, a nigga missed me
Count your blessings
Murked a nigga broad day, no witness

[Chorus: Figg Rarri]
Came from the bottom like adoption
Growin' up, always on nonsense
I almost lost it, but I got it
Loyalty is your profit
I hear your cap, you can stop it
My mama told me, "Keep it solid"

[Outro: Big Hit, Killa Twan & Figg Rarri]
Get in my face, get a face lift
Get—, get—, get a face lift
They call me "Killa, Kill—, Kill—"
Killa 'cause I—, Killa 'cause I murder ('Cause I murder)
Spinnin' on yo' block just—, block just like a—
Get—, get a face lift
Spinnin' on yo' block just—, block just like a—
Killa 'cause I murder ('Cause I murder)
Get in my face, get a face lift
Get—, get—, get a face lift
They call me "Killa, Kill—, Kill—"
Killa 'cause I—, Killa 'cause I murder ('Cause I murder)
Spinnin' on yo' block just—, block just like a—
Get—, get a face lift
Spinnin' on yo' block just—, block just like a—
Killa 'cause I murder ('Cause I murder)