Tyler J Clancy - Count Your Blessings

This shit too real
I'm just always moving on the go on my next level shit
Fuck about a bitch, I'm too focused on getting rich
It's too crazy why you hate me, I ain't complain about shit
I ain't famous, keep me nameless, what's uncommon common sense
I'm just quick
With the wit
Knock on wood, ain't trying to slip
What I get and what I'm seeing is that you playing
What's the point to just point out the obvious?
I get ridiculed for doing what I do ridiculous
When you with me, that's a benefit
So don't act all innocent
Cause that internet ain't getting you too far, I recommend
You should know that bitches come and go, can't give no compliments
I'm just getting way too fed up now with all this petty shit
But I think the problem is that you don't mean what you mean
How do I believe when I know you don't believe?
C-c-count your blessings for me please
Tell me what you bleed, tell me what you need
I'mma have to give it to you quick
Fuck the memory
Jealousy
That's not even in my blood, no, that is not my energy
I'm just gonna lead them to the heavenly and better me
Yeah, yeah, homie, you better best believe
Yeah, that I'm getting it by any means
Yeah, yeah, they gon' remember me
And I beg your pardon, bitch, you ain't gon' talk to me
Any way that you want shit ain't gonna fly with me
But she follow me
Come pop out with me
Show you what I mean
Show you how I live
It's the simplicity
Sometimes I need a second just to give my seconds for myself
You don't even have to fuck with me, just judge me for yourself
You can't always get what you want, so just learn it for yourself
By yourself
Now I'm bout to give em, bout to give em hell
You gon' need some help, you gon' need some help
Something that you felt
You gon' need some pray
You gon' need some prep
Better watch your step
Better watch your mouth
You gon' need a breath
You gon' have some fear
Only M's in my vision
Do I make it clear?
Everything that I be doing, bitch, I'm proud as hell
Everything that I'm pursuing gonna take some L's
But the M's come back around, baby, I know well
Now she wanna fuck around, well, bitch, I wish you well
No, bitch, I do not care
No, no, you can't compare
Y-You ain't in my tier
You ain't in my bracket
Yeah, bitch, I know she ratchet
I know they wanna have it
But, no, that's not my habit
I'm smoking, drinking, Cali
G-Got finesse, no Bally
I hit the curve, I rally
Tally up the tallies
Now they want the baddie
Riding in my Caddy
They don't know my settings
Just get 'em good riddance
Rest of your life dependent
I know I'm done pretending
W-What you give, you getting
Myself I'm representing
Yeah
C-c-count your blessings for me please
Tell me what you bleed, tell me what you need
I'mma have to give it to you quick
Fuck the memory
Jealousy
That's not even in my blood, no, that is not my energy
I'm just gonna lead them to the heavenly and better me
Yeah, yeah, homie, you better best believe
Yeah, that I'm getting it by any means
Yeah, yeah, they gon' remember me
They gon' remember me

Written by:
Tyler Clancy

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