Emerson, Brain - M.O.F Lyrics

Counting my blessings, I'm counting my niggas
And that's a matter of fact - YEAH
Snitch on your gang
Beat up a woman
Catch ur ass talking to 12 - NOOO
Rack up the bag, fuck up a bag
And yet we do it again - YEAH
Niqqas dey hate and Dey pretend
Sad how they lie to your face
Bitch give me neck neck
I'm on her deck deck
Watching me blow yeah
Watch it like Netflix
I'm on a go yeah
I don't see red please
Fuck I go pro yeah
Like I do backflips
My tummy hurts cus of the perc
But still I rack up In stacks
I cut a chain for the bag
I cut the bag for some chains
Guala just stuck in my brain
We on our way to the riches
Ain't got no time for no preaching
Fake friendship, competition and their disses

Counting my blessings, I'm counting my niggas
And that's a matter of fact - YEAH
Snitch on your gang
Beat up a woman
Catch ur ass talking to 12 - NOOO
Rack up the bag, fuck up a bag
And yet we do it again - YEAH
Niqqas dey hate and Dey pretend
Sad how they lie to your face
Bitch give me neck neck
I'm on her deck deck
Watching me blow yeah
Watch it like Netflix
I'm on a go yeah
I don't see red please
Fuck I go pro yeah
Like I do backflips
My tummy hurts cus of the perc
But still I rack up In stacks
I cut a chain for the bag
I cut the bag for some chains
Guala just stuck in my brain
We on our way to the riches
Ain't got no time for no preaching
Fake friendship, competition and their disses