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!) Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill (Frederico!) 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 Whip, whip that bitch on a hundred dollar bill 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