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My homegirl once told me to count my blessings
Look back at what it is I built in time the message
Will be delivered to those who reside invested
Listen in to what I pronounce as a lesson
She told me to be grateful for all it is I accomplished
I told her how to be grateful if time is on my conscious
I fear it moving too fast before I conquer
The demons I been fighting get lost in my fuckin' noggin
I can hear god knocking
Asking what I'm dropping
Why I pray so hard for money when that's not the
Everything for everybody, but for me it is
How else I'm supposed to feed my kids and pay the bills
How else I'm supposed to feel what's real, and meet the ends
She ask if that's all I'm chasing from this music biz
She ask what happened to the dreams I never chased
Why I focus on this, and so she seen my beard turn gray
She seen motherfuckers die for less
Her goal from life is a white, wedding dress
A ring, a text, from her 3 kids she get
The Arab dream, a family to keep the will upset, for me that dream is dead
I need to breed a classic
She told me it take time for a classic to be a classic
She ask me how I'll make a milli' if I'm scared of time
She ask me how I'll get a milli' from a fucking rhyme
She ask me why a milli' is the goal I got to get
I told her a milli' I simply reap as benefit
Ask me why I'm so hungry for a dollar
What I'm willing to do for a fucking dollar, I told her
Honey I would die for a dollar
Kill a brother every time I rhyme for a dollar
Motherfuckers would prolly lie for a dollar
I'll exchange a motherfucking dime for a dollar
Stab the back of my brother
For a dollar I'd prolly kill a motherfucker dead
It's been weeks since I've last laid in bed
This beat got to be finished, lyrics got to be written