Count Cha Blessins (feat. JANE HANDCOCK)

[Skit]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: D Smoke]

Uh. Now here begins the history of Mr. E

And Mr. I don’t give a fuck about them street niggas

They started off near Darby Park could hardly walk

Without stopping to look around for cops and street killers

Uh. They dressed in balance fresh enough to catch your average hoe

With a big ‘ol fatty on her back side

(“Nigga; look, look, look! Nigga; look, look!”

“Damn, she got a big ‘ol ass”)

But not too flashy though

Them jackers be out on they act right

Most things the faster they come

The faster they go

Uh. Unfortunately it take losing it to know that

That’s why the moments that followed for them just wasn’t Kodak

They said lol homie these hollows will hit and leave your whole back

Exposed and your clothes will turn purple, trust me it ain’t worth it, nigga

Just want your chain

Ain’t tryna hurt you nigga

(Man, fuck! I just got this shit)

[Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]

Most things the faster they come

The faster they go

Sometimes we love things

That hurt the most (who-who-ooo)

Count your blessings my nigga

Blessings my nigga

You wanna count your blessings my nigga

Life’s precious nigga (who-oooo)

(now say it say it say it)

[Post-Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]

Whatcha say to me

Oh won’t you count your blessings (Blessings)

Whatcha say to me

Count your blessings (eeeee)

Whatcha say to me

This life is precious

Whatcha say to me

Still sometimes I second guess it

[Verse 2: D Smoke]

So here’s what happened

He ain’t commence the scrapping

He had too much to lose

And plus his house is in order

Although his pops wasn’t around

Was just a child supporter

So we stayed in trouble

And some more of it

Feeling like a gold nugget

Undiscovered under the rubble

Of burned down cities

We been confronted with scuffles

Ain’t turned down many

Prayed for millions looking at ceilings

And then found pennies

But excuses to quit and complain

I ain’t found any

Cause some things the faster they come

The faster they go

And peace of mind these days is coming at a high cost

He brushed his shoulders off

Grabbed his nuts and began to slide off

Got to the homie house

And dapped him at his door

Right before going around the corner

Hoping he could score

His lady friend told him it’s a party close to the bottoms

And if he going she got him

Take your time and you might get some more

Cause most things

[Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]

Most things the faster they come

The faster they go

Sometimes we love things

That hurt the most (who-who-ooo)

Count your blessings my nigga

Blessings my nigga

You wanna count your blessings my nigga

Life’s precious nigga (who-oooo)

[Post-Chorus: JANE HANDCOCK]

Whatcha say to me

Oh won’t you count your blessings (Blessings)

Whatcha say to me

Count your blessings (eeeee)

Whatcha say to me

This life is precious

Whatcha say to me

Still sometimes I second guess it

[Outro: JANE HANDCOCK]

Whatcha say to me

Oh life is precious

Whatcha say to me

Say it say it say it (eeee)

Whatcha say to me

(Some may come and some may go

Whatcha say to me

(But one thing I know)

Say it say it say it

(I love my hood the most)

Whatcha say to me