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nick grant - count your blessings كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
i went to thirteen schools by the age of fourteen
you know that type of sh_t can f_ck up your self_esteem
adapted to the drug game ’cause we couldn’t make the league
n_ggas and hardships go together like brillo and fiends, can’t even dream
i felt like when my album dropped, i would be outta here
f_cked around, landlord said, “get out of here”
can’t no n_gga tell me nothing, my daddy hardly here
yeah, this sh_t hurt like if your girl f_cked your partner ‘dem
from whеre they sellin’ p_ssy and choppеrs is bustin’
my mama’s sister helped raise me, let’s ante up the budget
f_ck 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, b_tch, 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 sh_t 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 n_ggas’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 bullsh_t, i feel just like a knicks fan
oh, yeah, the ones that used to sh_t on me, look now, they pockets just low
these n_ggas 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)

- nick grant

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