Counting My Blessings everyday

Every day

Always talking talking let em Niqqas say

Let em say

I just dey pray say may God make a way

Make a way

So Say a niqqa fit Turn up every place

Every place

Yh Turn up on Every place

WHOO

Tell em haters make em free me

Dey no dey Barb how we chilling

Frm the Bottom to the Ceilling

Only God Wey fit Kill me

Dey no dey see how we Suffer

But they jealous how we living

Own the Jungle like mufasa

Ma niqqa Fuck what you thinking

I'm the man fuck a suit and Tie

They prolly hating cos a niqqa fly

You just bullshitting I'm the bulls eye

You can't hang with me that's suicide

I dont pose for no pictures

NO

Only pose as a threat

Fuck the beat niqqa roll your sleeve

Make we do this Man to man

Yh

CHORUS 2X

Fuck with ma Goons

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Make you no Fuck

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Hit up my Goons

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Talk Talk

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Like i dont get it man

You dont get what

Who the fuck is this niqqa man

I dont kow man

He ain't got no crib

He ain't got no whip

He ain't got no gun

He ain't got no Bitch

Ah

He ain't even got no fucking girls man

Yh let em know man

Ha!

Boujeee

Yh

SECOND VERSE

I came in it Solo

So i never dey watch any body

We only live once so niqqa thats Yolo

You ain't bout the hustle then niqqa shut up

Man i was Stressed

Fuckin Depressed

It didn't last

Then i was Blessed

See all my haters they asking for coins

When a niqqa was wildin you told me .....

Tell a niqqa niqqa we up

Yh

My checks getting bigger

We ain't got no fucking holiday we just concentrating on the Paper

Yhh

Dollars and CEFA

My boujee flow got the auto checks

Ding ding thats a lotta Recks

You dont fuck with me

Make you fuck outta here

Yh yh yh yh

YUNG MC

You dont me niqqa stop acting like you Do

I'm coming in your hood with a whole lotta goons

You thinking you got me then you issa fool

Popping bottles with my girls in the pool

Boogie with the Hoodie tryna act cool

You a kid in the Game get your ass back to school

You Claim yo u a king I'm a God on the stool

I'm at your door

April Fool

Ha

Bosses Dont speak at all

Cus money's gon do the talking

Whoo'

When you are up dont you fall

Yhh

You gon ended balling and flexing

They where mocking at you when you fail

Cus none believed in your Story

Whoo'

Now they wanna part of the gain Silence is golden bosses dont speak

Uhh

Ive made a whole lot outta pain

(paaain)

I believe thru the pain i will reign

(Reeein)

The struggle ive made me man

(Maaan)

And I'm asking this question again

Bring on your rapper and see who gon wins

Been thru alot cus i'm brave enough

I'm truly proud cos my past is rough

Wait hold up Thats enough

CHORUS

Fu fu fu Fuck with ma Goons

Yhh

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Make you no Fuck

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Hit on my Goons

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Talk Talk

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Fuck with ma Goons

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Make you no Fuck

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Hit up my Goons

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Talk Talk

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m

Wo B3 Da Nt3m