One two three four five six seven
That's how many blessing I be catching every second
F-f-f-f*ck twelve Eight nine ten then eleven
If you ain't talking cheddar you can't kick it the section
If you ain't rapping better you ain't getting in this Session
The streets don't make you hard but Money give me an erection
The streets will leave you scarred so Point them in the right Direction
They don't pay the phone bill but I know they Get my Message
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
Huh true story
This is where things get gory
Turned to a dog like corgi
Looking for Nemo could you be my dory
Would you just laugh and record me
Acting so dorky girl you so gorgeous
Just don't ignore me
I could escort you just don't extort me
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
In the back back back with the bitches on me
And the hat on back
When you sipping like me you ain't ever going back
Wanna pimp like me pockets never go flat
With a big white tee and bitch with a ass
(Ass)
I'm him
I begin
To ascend
From within
This light on my chinny chin chin
Will never go dim
It was sent from within
Made to be a Star ima ball like a gym
I'm shooting my shot it ain't far from the rim
If I make it or not it don't matter to them
So don't leech on my profits when I'm getting big
No label no manager I'm independent
Locked in my mind trying not to sin
Praying to god Ima get me a win
Then went for Achilles and f*cked up my shins
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
La' Spook - Count Your Blessings Lyrics
La' Spook - Count Your Blessings Lyrics
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One two three four five six seven
That's how many blessing I be catching every second
F-f-f-f*ck twelve Eight nine ten then eleven
If you ain't talking cheddar you can't kick it the section
If you ain't rapping better you ain't getting in this Session
The streets don't make you hard but Money give me an erection
The streets will leave you scarred so Point them in the right Direction
They don't pay the phone bill but I know they Get my Message
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
Huh true story
This is where things get gory
Turned to a dog like corgi
Looking for Nemo could you be my dory
Would you just laugh and record me
Acting so dorky girl you so gorgeous
Just don't ignore me
I could escort you just don't extort me
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
In the back back back with the bitches on me
And the hat on back
When you sipping like me you ain't ever going back
Wanna pimp like me pockets never go flat
With a big white tee and bitch with a ass
(Ass)
I'm him
I begin
To ascend
From within
This light on my chinny chin chin
Will never go dim
It was sent from within
Made to be a Star ima ball like a gym
I'm shooting my shot it ain't far from the rim
If I make it or not it don't matter to them
So don't leech on my profits when I'm getting big
No label no manager I'm independent
Locked in my mind trying not to sin
Praying to god Ima get me a win
Then went for Achilles and f*cked up my shins
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
That's how many blessing I be catching every second
F-f-f-f*ck twelve Eight nine ten then eleven
If you ain't talking cheddar you can't kick it the section
If you ain't rapping better you ain't getting in this Session
The streets don't make you hard but Money give me an erection
The streets will leave you scarred so Point them in the right Direction
They don't pay the phone bill but I know they Get my Message
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
Huh true story
This is where things get gory
Turned to a dog like corgi
Looking for Nemo could you be my dory
Would you just laugh and record me
Acting so dorky girl you so gorgeous
Just don't ignore me
I could escort you just don't extort me
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
It could be me and you in our very own orgy
(Orgy, orgy, orgy, orgy)
We could go on a cruise and I'll cover the port fees
(Port fees, port fees, port fees, port fees)
In the back back back with the bitches on me
And the hat on back
When you sipping like me you ain't ever going back
Wanna pimp like me pockets never go flat
With a big white tee and bitch with a ass
(Ass)
I'm him
I begin
To ascend
From within
This light on my chinny chin chin
Will never go dim
It was sent from within
Made to be a Star ima ball like a gym
I'm shooting my shot it ain't far from the rim
If I make it or not it don't matter to them
So don't leech on my profits when I'm getting big
No label no manager I'm independent
Locked in my mind trying not to sin
Praying to god Ima get me a win
Then went for Achilles and f*cked up my shins
I got one for the day
I got two for the night
I got three on the way
I put four on a flight
I drop five on the chain
I put six on the wrist
I Roll the dice in this game
Got seven tatted and shit
Writer: Nathanael Adams
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