Текст Fred The Godson – Blessings

I’m about ready

Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real (it’s ya boy Fred the Godson)
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill (you ready boh… hold up)
Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real (it’s Gordo!)

Real recognize real, we prefer a name
Guns waved then a current came, I brainstorm a hurricane
I hurry cane just to serve you, these dealings is verbal
No co-signs, my connects is my referral
Family need you, tell the junky make sure your needle is sterile
Transactions in these streets, you meet, I hope they thorough
Gordo, Bronx borough, birthplace of rap
Mags buckin’, crabs in a bucket, worst place to trap
Motivation is scarce, you can’t elevate (na)
I see the ice grills, I’m just takin’ the stairs
Conversated with Louie through text and we share
I’ll body this with J, just tell Texas we here
For a second we fear, next second we brave
Next second we rage, you niggas better behave
It’s no solution for the revolution (na)
Get the reverend, Freddie shootin’

But mama told me count your blessings
You ever find yourself with time to be stressin’, then count your blessings
Cuz ain’t a man alive that’s ever been above life and it’s lessons
So count your blessings
Yuh

Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill
(Cuz mama told me count your blessings)
Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real

Real recognize real, you prefer a name
Guns waved then the current came, my brainstorm a hurricane
Stepped in the game with nothin but potential to gain
Stayed in my lane but I never shied away from the flame
It’s hot, but I just kept stackin’ and clockin’
I’d take that package and chop it, pad that, rewrap it and drop it
Played the game by the numbers, kept my averages poppin’
Went from runner to stunner, how I handle the profit
It’s all about the mechanics, peep the rag in my pocket
Check the effortlessness with which I examine the project
I’ll throw a wrench in your grill, spring a leak I’m gon’ stop it
Take this ratchet and pop it straight through the back of your socket
Try and judge me in vein, misunderstanding my logic
But y’all can’t fuck with Domangue, no sense in tryin’ to top it
Run this bitch like a pirate, I’ll take your shipment and dock it
And live my life by the code, I go and take what I’m owed
And I count my blessings
Yuh

And when I find myself with time to be stressin’, I count my blessings
Why? cuz ain’t a man alive that’s ever been above life and its lessons
So count your blessings
Yuh

Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill
(Cuz mama told me count your blessings)
Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill

I see you, they watchin, they see that this is what we livin like (yeah)
They say that I’m livin’ right (yeah)
But I bring my pistol to a pillow fight (yeah)
And I’m in this bitch every night

Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill (Louie what up)

Pull up, pull up in the drop, tints up, so real (its ya boy Fred the Godson)
Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill

Count your blessings