were my light I wanna thank You for the difference in my life Can't even count the reasons why ( ohhh I) Refrain: I lift you up and praise Your name
Better count your blessings or make your grave Uh, this goes out to all the ones who talk trash Bring the noise nigga, we will bust your ass If you really
million virgins Last time on a Khaled remix, now I'm on the original version Can't never count me out, y'all better count me in Got twenty bank accounts, accountants count
came with a crew no lames in my Circle and we aiming at you!! God bless cause this stress got me sippin that brew All this success got me in a city near
f-ck your mean mugs F-ck your mean mugs N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug
your racket You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket How many rappers must get dissed Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless
its way, yeah Into your life, vanishing your times of gray, yeah Baby in time, life reveals its lessons Maybe in time, you'll learn to count your blessings
month To get up, get up, get up so cash your checks and get up Wake up, wake up, wake up it's the 1st of tha month To get up, get up, get up so cash your
It's kinda hard to view paradise But if you just try close your eyes, you can view it But reality hits you soon as you open your eyes You find that
is for the homies, everyone who couldn't make it here today/ Lift your lighters up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your
'ma be right there by your side Never let your down, never need to cry Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your eye, eye, eye Wipe your
cold I said '3', It's all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys bounce Who the fuck is you gonna trust when your
be mashin out Wih something european On them buttons I been rich since I was 11 My grams look Like 7's my killers Look like reverends Yea u better count Yo blessings
Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence It's all
the plan was to drink till the pain over what's worse, the pain or the hangover? fresh air rolling down the window too many urkels on your team thats why your
have your face looking all Captain Cruncy the devil stay testing ?cause when you chase the pussy it?s a sin but if it falls in your lap it?s a blessing
drunk If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff it's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents In essence count your blessings
you got popped five times You breathing for a reason Let's put the five tenure plan into progression Before we count our paper Count our blessings