COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS

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Lord, have mercy You did good, Slick (Killa, killa, killa, killa) It's a Smash If a pussy want a- (Killa, killa, killa, killa) Hold up Ay-ay, ay, ay (North) Ay, ay If a pussy want a problem, I can help but solve it For fuckboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless (fuck) Two-two Percs, I just started, four Percs feelin' gorgeous Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous Twenty Percs I'm talkin', the demons 'round me walkin' Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin' Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk I-I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk Sippin' on generic Sprite, but you know the pint Wock' Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol Ridin' on some Forgiatos in a fuckin' write-off What the fuck's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you Think you got the Percs, but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screaming, "Fuck the blue!" They askin' what do we do, and I'm like "Well, what didn't we?" Fuck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies I-I can't fuck with hoes that be fuckin' up my energy Let me repeat, they ain't seein' me I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em, keep a TEC up on 'em Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it Now I'm flexin' on all of my opponents Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa Tatted 7.62 mm, fell in love with choppers Grey 5-9 the mafia, they some deal coppers Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers Yo, what? Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa It was always gonna be suicide the backup plan Who the fuck you think all these labels shadow-banned? Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage no backup band Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarains Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man, damn, across the land You don't understand You don't really get it I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit Uh I don't give a fuck, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles I was once a young buck always gettin' into trouble Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble Scared the neighbors once or twice, look at me seein' double Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me "Uncle" I'm just tatted up but humble Yeah Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa "Platinum" plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle I stay low-key but y'all know me Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle Ha-ha-ha I-I-I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle Grey 5-9, we turned the fuckin' underground to a bunch of rubble Uh, what? Anybody got anything else to say? (Huh?) I didn't think so Ruby Da-fucking-Cherry got a big heart, yeah, I always flex that muscle Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a fuckin' chuckle (Ay, ay) That's my partner, that's my cousin (Ay, ay), yeah, our family knows the struggle Dug our graves together, and we threw away the fuckin' shovels