Count Your Blessings

[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)