COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

Nick Grant

[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

Trivia about the song COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS by Nick Grant

When was the song “COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS” released by Nick Grant?
The song COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS was released in 2023, on the album “SUNDAY DINNER”.

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