Count Your Blessings Big Hit, Hit-Boy & The Alchemist (Ft. Figg Rarri, Killa Twan & LongBodyy)

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[Intro: Big Hit]
Look
I don't how the fuck I'm still here
I don't how the fuck I made it, blood

[Pre-Chorus: Big Hit]
Count your blessings
A nigga point-blank range, a nigga missed me
Count your blessings
Murked a nigga broad day, no witness

[Chorus: Figg Rarri & Killa Twan]
Came from the bottom like adoption
Growin' up, always on nonsense
I almost lost it, but I got it
Loyalty is your profit
I hear your cap, you can stop it
My mama told me, "Keep it solid" (Look, look, look)

[Verse 1: Killa Twan]
Fuck 12 and my opps from the other side (Fuck 'em)
Gunfire'll make a nigga mama cry (Brrt)
When she get the call, her son been in a homicide (Yeah)
He made the newspaper's front page headlines (Ah)
They call me "Killa" 'causе I murder (Killa)
Bust on anybody, I be purgin' (Boom)
If it's beef, you gettin' flippеd like a burger
Thirty on me like I'm Stephen Curry, ya heard me?