Counting Blessings Lyrics

I been sipping on peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

You get what u got

And I done been in the streets

The beef I'm finessing

And I been smoking on weed

Can smell all the essence

Yeh I been hoarding them trees

Bag it and sell it

Steady weighing these problems

And counting these blessings

Yeh I been sipping on peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

You get what u got

I'm on the road with my chavvys

Smoking the ammi

I used to roll on the on back street

A load of holes in my trackie

These man be hoping they catch me

But they don't know where I'm at see

I roll with bro in the passy

I got an O in the back seat

Yeh I be out with the G's, out in the streets

They got a lot to say about me but I'm proud to be me

I say it loud as can be, while I just count up my p's

I got an ounce of the weed, I'm blowing clouds at these geeks

Cause all these man are tryna break me up

But I been feeling good

And if they talking bout me go and tell em I don't give a fuck

Cause I got all I need, I ain't beefing with you silly cunts

Ya think ya bother me, man I've been feeling like finna bust

I've been sipping on peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

You get what u got

And I done been in the streets

The beef I'm finessing

And I been smoking on weed

Can smell all the essence

Yeh I been hoarding them trees

Bag it and sell it

Steady weighing these problems

And counting these blessings

Yeh I been sipping on peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

You get what u got

Shit you get what you got

And I ain't ever gon' flop

Nah I'ma head to the top

And show these messers what's what

I came from selling the crops

Went from a Z to a box

So if ever need lots then come direct to boss

I got some Z's in the loft

I bring it right to the buyer

I come supply ya with fire

Keep climbing higher and higher

I got that eye if the tiger

I got ride full of ride full of riders

And they slide when I like to

Don't be surprised when I find ya

Pull up right up aside ya

Up in a black jeep with some bad G's

You coming like some vegans cause you man ain't ever had beef

All you do is chat greaze, you just like to act street

You ain't ever stacked P's serving up them crack fiends

Yeh that's the life we living

Most my G's ain't had a dream or never had no vision

It's up to me to try and lead em from this psycho system

And maybe I can find some peace for my G's

And we can sip on some peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

You get what u got

And I done been in the streets

The beef I'm finessing

And I been smoking on weed

Can smell all the essence

Yeh I been hoarding them trees

Bag it and sell it

Steady weighing these problems

And counting these blessings

Yeh I been sipping on peeve

Come fill up my cup

I got what u need

You got what I want

And I be feeling heat

And I ain't gone front

No, ima get what I please

Shit get what u got