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letra de counting my blessings - peezy

[intro: skit, peezy]
today don’t care about yesterday. n0body care ’bout what you done yesterday. what you gon’ do today? what you gon’ do tommorrow that’s gon’ maintain what you got right now? you hear me? today don’t respect
yesterday. keep talkin’ ’bout i was this, i was-, n0body care ’bout none of that. n0body care ’bout what you had or what you was doin’ yes-ter-day. what you gon’ do today?
(hunnid on the beat)
ayy

[verse 1]
n-ggas out here livin’ in the moment
we ain’t hesitatin’, we gon’ get it goin’
n-gga say he want it, we gon’ bring it to him (we on the way)
watch your homeboy, he could be informant (yeah)
be the same ones with you that be in the paint
when they get behind them cells, it’s a different game (it is)
they ain’t worried ’bout the fam’, they be worried ’bout the fame (huh?)
you d-mn right i changed, i got different change (level up)
you don’t see me in the hood with twenty n-ggas now
i done took a different route, f-ckin’ different b-tches now
rather ride some jetskis, in miami livin’ life
judge gave him twenty years, how the f-ck he gettin’ out?
better off hustlin’ by yourself like i told you
or be sittin’ in that cell worried ’bout who wrote you (d-mn)
i ain’t grew up rich as h-ll, i had rats and roaches
i ain’t never goin’ back to that, i gotta stay focused

[chorus]
i (i)
i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ (’bout nothin’)
i just want my cheese (my cheese)
i just gotta keep on hustlin’
why they hatin’ on me?
they can’t keep up for nothin’
b-tches traded on me (they traded on me)
i just keep on countin’ my blessings (ayy, yeah)
why they hatin’ on me?
[verse 2]
n-gga, yesterday is history (is history)
they say tommorow is a mystery (it’s a mystery)
all i wanna do is get some chips and eat (i’m just tryna eat)
what n-ggas sayin’ on the ‘gram don’t mean sh-t to me (ain’t mean sh-t to me)
better check the paperwork before you run your mouth
they could never break me ’cause i’m solid like a f-ckin’ rock
same n-ggas used to hang with us turned into the opps (they opps)
had every reason to, but i ain’t never stop (woo)
locked me up and throw away the key but it wasn’t nothin’ (it ain’t sh-t)
made a call to my b-tch, bring that bail money (i’m out)
i ain’t never lost the hustle, b-tch, i still get it (i still get it)
got them snakes out my circle, now i feel different (feel different)
still in tune with them k!llers, if i call they comin’ (for real)
ain’t no shortage, so the chain hang to my stomach (ain’t no shortage, n-gga)
get the f-ck out my face, you in the way for nothin’ (p-ssy n-gga)
bust the rollie down ’cause time don’t wait for nothin’ (hah)
uh

- peezy

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